I have Phineas Brains

The classic true story of Phineas Gage is an interesting one. Phineas Gage worked in railroad construction and remarkably survived an accident in which a rod was driven through his head.

The past few days I’ve been complaining about Java. I hate it so much. I’ve had problems with the university’s server, and it doesn’t load my pages properly. We have no option but to put our work on the university server; we’re not allowed to put it anywhere else. It’s just been driving me insane. I almost feel like my brains have been mushed out and they dropped in my cereal one morning when I wasn’t looking.

It’s really cold; the weather has been getting colder, though it’s pretty warm in the mornings after I move around outside. Even walking to the bus stop gets me very warm. The weather hasn’t hit its cold peak yet. I’ve been wearing layers at times – sometimes two long sleeved shirts, then a shorter shirt or a vest, then a jacket or a coat. Winter is one of my favourite seasons. I certainly prefer it to summer. I know I like wearing skirts and summer is a great time for that, but sometimes it gets far too hot that the heat is unbearable and makes you exhausted. I don’t feel like the cold winter does that. It makes more sense that moving around doesn’t bother you when it’s colder, it keeps you warm and you don’t get that feeling of dripping with sweat. I guess it’s the view that most people have when they prefer winter – easier to keep warm than stay cool – but I understand when people love summer; they love the beach and the warmth and the comfort. I am used to rather hot summers in Australia and it does get really hot.

A couple of weeks ago I tried my goal to not wear a skirt or dress for a whole month. I really love skirts and dresses, and as a matter of fact, I hate pants and jeans. I don’t find them as comfortable and I don’t feel like myself in them. However, now that I’ve reached 15 out of 30 days of wearing jeans… it’s sort of tolerable.

A few days ago I wore these peach-coloured jeans which fit when I bought them, but now are too big. That entire day I was continually getting annoyed at my jeans. I don’t always like wearing a belt, and I kept pulling the jeans up. I also hated the fact that they were so long. When I folded them up, because I was wearing short boots, it looked ridiculous and it kept pissing me off. Probably not the best jeans to wear, eh… two weeks to go. Two weeks to go.

I wore shorts one day, and they were kind of comfortable, but I’ll be honest – shorts with pantyhose in the winter and… eh, I think I preferred jeans to shorts that day. I don’t usually mind shorts in the summer, but I’d rather wear a skirt. I’ve been seeing a lot of shorts in the stores recently, and I don’t see many skirts. I want to buy more skirts – the denim mini should make a comeback! – but I just see denim cutoffs everywhere, and shorts that practically look like underpants. It’s pretty gross; it’s trashy; it’s ugly. I’ll be completely honest – the older you get, the more inappropriate wearing short shorts seems to get.

Last week two obnoxious couples (two boys and two girls) were talking loudly on the train. They were cussing a lot and having a conversation about where they were going that night. It seemed that they were going to sleep over at someone’s house. I have to admit, it was rather amusing hearing their conversation. It was keeping me entertained.

One of the girls was talking to her boyfriend and commented that I was eating sushi. They seemed to both like sushi. The two boys had a bit of an argument about train tickets and swore at each other, but there was no physical violence. I listened to their conversation, and I heard one of the boys say, “You don’t fucking put short shorts on your eight-year-old. She was asking for it. Like, you just don’t fucking do it. You don’t put short shorts, like this fucking short, on your little girl. That’s paedophilia man. Seriously.”

As he said that he glanced around.

“You agree with me, don’t you mate?” he asked a man just ahead of him who happened to be facing him. The man didn’t respond. “Just fucking agree with me, aw.”

He quickly looked at me then and I glanced back. I nodded. “Yeah, I agree.”

“Yeah! See! I told you so.”

I thought I’d have my whole train ride covered. They seemed to be talking about a town further out west, so I figured they were getting off there, which meant I’d be getting off before them.

A few stops before mine, two transit officers tapped him on the shoulder and told the four of them to get out. Darn. I was actually disappointed. People on public transport can be amusing.

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