When I began work this morning, the heater wasn’t on. I sat hunched over my keyboard, fumbling a little as I typed, and slowly my fingers began to freeze in place. Now the joints are sore, and bending them at all hurts. Better still, I have to work tomorrow as well; and the heater may or may not choose to work. Brilliant.

I spoke to Az today about interviewing her for my Journalism class and she agreed, so I’m hoping to do that sometime this weekend. Then I can get the transcript and a rough draft together by next Thursday. To be honest, I’m just relieved that she agreed, because I had NO IDEA who I was going to speak to.

Verbs are still killing me. For some reason, I just can’t wrap my head around what a verb IS, exactly. It doesn’t help that there are about twenty million different kinds, mind you, all with their little names and their little rules, and OF COURSE their little exceptions. I am going insane.

And, the next person who tells me to check out Grammar Girl is going to get some verbs shoved up their ASS, because that site is useless to me, okay? It’s not designed very well, and I can’t find my way around, and I DON’T LIKE THE WRITING. End of story, so please, stop telling me to go there.

I saw and heard some rather disturbing things on the train this morning. Three people got on the train, in that lazy, slow way that LOSERS have, that makes the train stop and start a MILLION freakin’ times, and immediately start talking at the top of their voices. Choice words such as f**k, and c**t were used.

I hate that word, that ‘c-word’. I really do. In fact I hate it so much that I won’t even type it. You can tell already, I’m sure, that I wasn’t going to like these guys. The two younger guys (they were all male) were probably 17 and 11. That’s a rough guess. I have no idea about the older guy.

So, anyway. They start going on about jail, and juvenile detention, and how it’s going to ‘toughen up’ the young one when he gets sent there. WHEN. Not if, when. They’re expecting it to happen, and seemed proud of it almost. Ugh. Then they started throwing around the word ‘gay’, and I tuned out.

Or at least I did, until the youngest of the three started spitting all over the seat. He had obviously gotten a bad taste from somewhere in his mouth (probably from all the language he was using), and he began spitting all over the seat next to him. Sniffing, and hacking, and SPITTING. On public transport.

Thank god my stop was next, because I was disgusted. Truly, I was horrified. I don’t know whether I was more horrified that the boy did it, or that the two guys with him found it FUNNY. I can’t believe that there are people that are so disrespectful out there. It’s worth noting though, that they were on their way to court.

That might explain things a little.