crazy people shouldn't be allowed to wear scrubs...

i hope starting this blog doesn't illicit some sort of karmaesque response from the world...yesterday, i had a truly crazy experience on the train...so i usually sit in the front car (for those that are looking to stalk me) and when i step on the train i always glance around to notice who's around (my mother trained me well)...i generally sit in the "reserved for handicap" area due to the amazing leg room *smiles*...well i did my routine - noting lack of crazy around me (or so i thought) - pulled out my neuroanatomy book and proceeded to read...*cue jaws theme song* as i just get into the nitty/gritty i hear this lady say to me, "are you in med school?" - i look to her notice her scrubs - smile - and say, "no" - she stares at me with a look not unlike linda blair in the exorcist and screams, "GOOD 'CAUSE THOSE B*STARDS ARE CRAZY AND MEAN!!!" - my natural response is to nod and smile and quickly reach for my iPod...as whatever tune came on and i turned it to full volume i could still hear her, "THEY PUT ME IN THAT HOSPITAL ROOM AND WOULDN'T LET ME OUT!!!" - she then turned her attention to a lovely african-american gentleman who had just stepped on the train (poor soul) - i then turned my iPod to a more tolerable level and listened as she told her life story to this man - who, thankfully, just sat and smiled as she spat (sometimes literally) all levels of crazy at him...i now know her father works for the state and he didn't have to go to work because it was too icy...she was upset because she did, but when she got there they told her they were closing early...she heard that it is going to be raining ice tonight and that a over 10,000 people are going to be without power...she was in the hospital for 2 weeks because she got sick, but when she got better they told her she had to stay longer for examinations and she was angry...and then forest lane station came around...i have a love/hate relationship with forest lane...it is the threshold for most of the crazy seen on the red line (that and park lane)...do you remember the legend of sleepy hollow? where if Ichabod Crane made it over the bridge he wouldn't lose his head to the horseman...it is sort of like that...anyway, crazy in the scrubs got off at forest lane station and all was well in the land of the red line --- moving on to life matters --- so we are in the middle of our 3rd week of classes and i finally feel like i have my footing in this semester; however, i am concerned i am not taking some of my classes seriously (communication science and neuroanatomy) - i have my first exam in both classes so i will know a lot more after that, but one is low level physics course (which i have always loved physics and it has come naturally to me) and the other is a course i just got a crash course in with A&P less than a month before --- but like i said we will know more next week...chem is still kicking my butt and gives me doubts about my career path nearly every day *sigh* i am mortal after all (wow that was pompous as hell) --- anyway, we had the day of class today because of the "iclement weather" so no crazy stories, but tomorrow is a bus, rail, TRE day so i know there will be at least one story to relay 

first of many (hopefully)

it seems i try this "blogging" thing once ever(y) [is it ever...or every?] so often, usually with the result of utter failute 'cause i get lazy (big surprise).  however, this time is different (ha!) - i think i have some sort of inspiration (a muse if you will).  lately, i have been hearing from a lot of people in my life, "how do you survive on the train?" or, "i can't believe you have survived this long on mass transit!" or my personal favorite, "i really admire that you are so willing to take the train."  so it got me thinking, do that many people not know what it's like to take mass transit every day?  i guess in dallas that answer is a resounding no.  and this, my good people, is why i have started blogging again.  as many of y'all have experienced (in various text messages), there are often goings on in the DART system that simply must be shared with people.  from the drunks urinating on the bus and the wretched smell that soon followed, to the lady screaming bible versus on the train, and the general thuggery that i witness everyday; this is my life.  it is not a survival game and far from something to be admired.  it is something i do and have done since the inception of the DART rail that carted me between Mockingbird and Pearl station during high school - and now carries me from UTD, home, to DFW (work), to Ft. Worth, to the zoo, and anywhere else i decide to go.  what i hope to do is start each blog off [which will by no means be everyday] with any tales of mass transit that have occured over the past "x" amount of days - and then continue on with life in general (since both blend together so well *smiles*).  this is it for now - comments, questions, concerns can be addressed to laura perna (cause she cares more than i do).