Desk Etiquette

First of all, The Spill Canvas concert was last night, and it was NOTHING short of amazing. No need to go into detail about it because I don't think words could describe how great it was anyway.

So, getting to the point of the blog. Everybody knows that when you are sitting at a desk, you are automatically given the arm rest to your right, but the left one is for the person on your left. However, the man (not boy) sitting next to me today DURING MY MIDTERM did not know these unspoken rules. Needless to say, it was irritating to take the midterm today with no arm rest, while being exhausted from an amazing night. Totally worth it though (the concert part).

Mine Is Different

Although the weather plays an important part in my post, all I was going to say is that I was one of the idiots in shorts today. Luckily I got to go home after my 9-10 class (BEFORE it started raining).

Not Gonna Lie...

I, too, was going to write a blog about the weather. However, I read the first line of both Harry's and Kyle's blogs, and stopped. So, this is my post.

Double-U Tee Eff

As it explains in the title, this blog is about weather. Today's patterns were probably the most sporadic that we've had in a while and, knock on wood, will have for a while. When I walked into European History this morning there was complete cloud cover and random bursts of downpour. After hearing a lecture on the uprisings in 1968, I left Giedt 1002 to see blue skies and sunshine. Which was nice. The nice weather continued through my hour break and up until I went into Dutton Hall to tutor European History. Inclosed inside the individual appointment room, without windows, I could not see the happenings on the sky. But while walking across the quad from tutoring to US History it started to down pour, lightning struck, and low and behold thunder cracked soon after. Being lectured on women's suffrage, not sufferage as our professor noted, I completely forgot about the wacky weather. When I left, following the trend, it had cleared up yet again. I formed the theory that history classes change the weather as I walked by the Silo to pick up my Astronomy paycheck. Well that hypothesis was quickly proved wrong as I stepped outside of the Physics building only to see extreme cloud cover and more rain. I silently cursed mother nature as I trudged to the bus stop.

Manic Depressive Weather

This weather seriously needs to take some Lithium. I mean, honestly, one day it's splendid, sunny and perfect and the next it's pouring, cold and windy with ominous clouds of death creeping overhead. It was even on the fritz today: I would walk into class with it slightly sunny and walk out in a downpour. The one time it decided to really 'open the floodgates' was the second I got out of chemistry. Good thing I was wearing the amazing waterproof combo of jeans, converse shoes and a sweatshirt; I definitely got to spend the majority of my afternoon soaked. I would like to end this post with a little chant I learned in high school, usually used at sporting events. However, I modified it to suit the occasion: HATE ON RAIN!!!!! HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE . That is all.

2 Minutes in Heaven is Better than 1 Minute in Heaven

Today, a series of events transpired on the D-Line bus that seriously made my day complete. Like the title states, it all happened in about 2 minutes. So here goes: I boarded "the D" around 6 o'clock and it began to fill up quickly. I took a seat in the front of the bus, facing sideways, and watched as all the seats were slowly taken. After every available seat was filled, a girl with a guide puppy in training (black lab... very adorable) stepped on "the D." I asked her if she would like my seat, but she politely declined; she instead stood near me at the front of the bus. A few seconds later, another girl came onto the bus, kinda cute, so I asked her, "Would you like my seat?" She kindly declined. I replied with, "Are you sure?" in a half-joking manner to lighten the mood. She again resisted and stood across from guide-puppy girl. Then two Asian girls stepped through the double doors of the bus, single file. One of the girls saw the dog sitting cutely on the floor and jumped, clutching her chest, as if she saw a giant rat. She continued to hurry past the 'beast' even after she knew it was dog, obviously frightened and trying to calm down. A couple more people walked in, then I hear a voice from a few seats back.; it was a guy sitting in one of the two-seat clumps that face forward. "Would you like my seat?" he asks some girl in the aisle, "No thanks" she says. BUT THEN: he responded with, "Are you sure?" It was said in the exact same manner and tone that I had used only a minute earlier. I couldn't believe my ears! It was like he was a contestant on "The Pick-Up Artist" and was using a new pick-up line he learned. I was weirded out of my mind. He definitely wasn't making fun of me, because he looked like the nice guy type that is usually a bit awkward around girls. But come on, man, at least wait until the next bus ride to use it. I looked at the girl I had offered my seat to, and we joked about it - how that 'line' must be the signature line used on buses or something. I explained that, according to me, I made it up... and then sat back and laughed and the overwhelming sequence of events.

Golden Tickets

Last night was one of my many nights of insomnia. At approximately 1:31 am, while I was wide awake, Kenny sat upright. He looked around the room for a little while, and then proceeded to lie back down and return to his sleep. On the grounds that I have seen him get out of bed and start to make breakfast, this seemed completely normal. I was wrong. After he finished the descent, and was lying flat on his bed, he says "you jump and hope an oompa loompa catches you on the way down."