This last Monday we got up at 11:00 AM. What is going on?!?! Alarm clocks need to be more persistent, less vulnerable. Its all these late-night movies, man! Instead of getting breakfast we hopped in line to the 12th Annual Great Junk Give Away just down from our dorm. We waited in line for an hour in the afternoon sun as conversation got awkward with the strangers around us, minutes stretching on and on… there were some people that had waited for hours longer than us, apparently its a big deal. Basically, the line led to a series of tables that were overwhelmed with garbage. Four shiny television sets, stupidly abandoned by their owners, were at the very back. Everyone wanted them, and that’s why a few juniors and seniors from outside our college had basically camped out here since the crack of dawn to get in on the loot. Think about it… all this junk comes from Kresge dorms and Kresge students, and yet any yahoo who knows about the event can come in and take whatever they want! Blast. I guess they did earn it by spending more time, but, man, seeing some older guy heft a large HD television set across the nearby foot-bridge and off into the distance…
Connor and I ate breakfast at College Eight. They have a better cafeteria, with a kind of techno-grunge style reminiscent of Chipotle, and also more food selections. We talked to some girls that we’ll never see again and swapped tales with another yuppie who had an Italy trip. A Senior guy with his shirt off introduced himself and said that he was an identical twin. Oh, yeah, and this hot chick that had grabbed the same exotic-looking sandwich as I did was sitting alone, so I struck up a conversation with her concerning the said sandwich and she actually liked my sense of humor! Then again, why wouldn’t she, she was sitting alone… but then she was gorgeous. Not that by her being gorgeous she wouldn’t like my sense of humor, those two traits are unrelated to each other, but, you know, I think its very likely that older, prettier chicks (out of my league? That’s debatable) will just pretend to not like my sense of humor in order to keep the sense of heirarchy. My reaction to my knowledge is to simply fight against this heirarchy at all times: don’t believe it exists, and if your first joke sucks, don’t give up! Stick to the conversation and try again. Its not that your weaponry isn’t effective, its just that castle walls take a while to eliminate. And, remember, as Joshua took down Jericho with his seven trumpets, so too you must always pretend that you are on a girls’ same level… she might believe it!
This is all moot to teach anyone this or to explain my own way of thinking, as I’m not looking for a relationship with my imminent mission, but give up an opportunity to practice conversation skills? No way! It turned out really well in that cafeteria, though the girl was somewhat confused when I realized that I was at the height of my act and simply excused myself and left.
We biked to the McHenry Library, the huge Gothic labyrinth of endless knowledge. Did I tell you it seems like something out of that scene in Ghostbusters? There were times when I was the only one on the entire floor! Really cool.
Got ‘home’. Read a bit of Mosiah. I wish I could go more in depth to that, but I have to admit that King Benjamin’s speech has so much cool information its hard to summarize. Played Castle Crashers with our neighbours below, Vinton and Rohan. Rohan is from Kenya, though he is of Indian ethnicity, taught in an English school but still has an accent. Very cool guys. That was fun!
