The EVEning before Christmas

I apologize to all my faithful readers who have been checking back daily hoping to see an updated Pineapple Hobo. It didn't take long before my taxing life as a hobo, the pressures of school, and 'Halo: Reach' all took presidence over this blog.

FAST FORWARD!!!

I'm recovering from a stomach bug and have been playing 'Super Meat Boy' all day with my brothers. It has been a great Christmas Eve and will most likely culminate with board games and elf assembly work once the younger kids go to bed.

I'm going to go for now, but the plan is to update Pineapple Hobo regularly once school starts back up in the spring. I won't be sleeping in my car anymore, but I'll still be a hobo at heart. Merry Christmas!!!

Why Hobo?

This blog is called Pineapple Hobo. But why? I'm going to skip the "pineapple" part and talk about "hobo".

"A hobo is a migratory worker or homeless vagabond, often penniless. The term originated in the western United States during the last decade of the 19th century" -- Wikipedia



Homeless sounds about right, but migratory? No. Vagabond? Nope. Worker? Ha, not currently.

So what are the other options?

Tramps: Only work when they're forced to.
Bums:   Don't work at all.
Vagabonds: Drift and wander.

Technically speaking, I'm not any of these. The reason I chose the title, "hobo" is for no
other reason than I like the sound of it. I don't have a job at the moment, but that might change.

This morning, I filled out an application to be a part-time evening security guard at a church. If I end up getting the job, I'll have considerably less time for other ventures, but I'll be that much closer to the true description of a hobo.

So, in anticipation of this I'm going to brush up on my hobo lingo:

• Barnacle: a person who sticks to one job a year or more
• Bullets: beans
• Glad Rags: one's best clothes
• Chuck a dummy: pretend to faint
• Cover with the moon: sleep out in the open

Time for me to go cover with the moon. ADIOS!

Results May Vary

Pineapple Hobo has been neglected lately, but I have some good excuses so listen up.

#1. I Tricked the Prettiest Girl in the World Into Marrying Me

I have been extremely busy with all of the proposal shenanigans and have not felt at all like a hobo. Sometimes, even as a hobo, you have to splurge, but there is no situation in which you should pay over a month's worth of living expenses for a single meal. It was the best meal I have ever had and completely worth it, but it has taken a week to feel like a hobo again. 

WARNING!!! RESULTS MAY VARY. BECOMING A HOBO DOES NOT GUARANTEE THE COMPANY OF A PRETTY GIRL.

 #2. School is Not Fun and it Takes Up All Your Time

So far, being an engineering student AND a hobo hasn't made my studies any more difficult, but difficulty isn't something they struggle with. I spend less time on schoolwork than I should and it is still too much.

One class in particular, electrical engineering, is the most frustrating. The professor is a 127 year old Polish woman who speaks jumbled english in a high pitched voice and goes through examples faster than any normal human can follow. Not to mention, she gives out an average of four assignments a week. All of my other classes are fine and I quite enjoy industrial engineering and linear algebra.

I love learning and reading, but I hate school. I'd rather do it on my own. I love challenges, but hate exams. School is not for me. I'll be beyond excited when I graduate in a year and a half.     

#3. School Sucks the Fun Out of Life

Same as above.

So, that pretty much sums up why I haven't been updating Pineapple Hobo. My busy schedule isn't likely to improve anytime soon, but I am going to try my best to post new entries as much as possible.

Also, to clarify everything above, my life is great and I love every second of it. I just hate school and wish I had more time for other things.

Until next time. . . ADIOS!

Car Seats And Street Lights

The last few nights in my car have been interesting. I have been startled by people stumbling home at three in the morning, momentarily confused when garbage trucks rumble by at ungodly times, and woken up by the patter of early morning runners. This may sound unpleasant, but truthfully, I've been loving it. The cooler weather has made sleeping in my car really comfortable. It has the feel of camping, with my car replacing the tent and the street lights replacing the stars.

Today, I stocked up on a few hobo essentials. I went by Wal-mart and bought a windshield cover, a Ciesta Mask and a package of Hearos. I swear half the stuff at Wal-mart sounds like it is striaght from Mexico. Regardless, I can now cover up my windshield, block out any light with my Ciesta mask, plug my ears with Hearos, and sleep in peace.

I have a test in the morning so I better get going, but keep checking back for more updates and be on the lookout for the first set of pictures.

ADIOS!

Genesis

Hello world! I not to good of writer, but I is get better. In fact, I'd say this sentence is already an improvement.

I'm starting this blog because I have a huge ego and think everyone enjoys hearing what I have to say. After all, who doesn't love an obnoxious hobo?

Never mind. Here's the story.

After three years of living in a dorm and two different houses, I reached a tipping point. I was tired of paying hundreds of dollars a month towards rent and bills and not having anything to show for it. Simply having a place to sleep and store my stuff did not seem like a worthy investment. So I stopped.

I now live completely out of my car, not counting a small tote of things stored in my girlfriend Kerri's closet. I sleep in my car or on somebody's couch, and split groceries with Kerri. So far, so good.

I have my reasons for doing this, but it is mainly an adventure/experiment and a way to save money. With my current school load, I wouldn't be able to work, pass my classes, and keep my sanity. I chose school and sanity. 

This blog will document my experiences as a hobo and likely provide some good laughs. In addition to the "hobo content", I will post random things that show the bizarre scope of my eclectic interests.

Until next time, ADIOS!

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