The return of thievery, why class isn't fun and why playing pool is fun

Day 18

Awhile back I had decided to start stealing food from the cafeteria under the idea that it would be a way to ecomomize, but mostly it was to feel like a bad ass. Everything was fine until I realized that not only was it not neccesarily wrong, it was almost expected, and all my peers were doing the same thing. My heart shattered. I'm getting old, therefore it's hard to find bad ass things I can do. It's hard to blame the stupidity of youth for bad ass deeds when you are not young anymore, which would just leave you stupid.

Anyway, today I went to fill my travel mug with coffee (yeah, damn environmentalists made me get a travel mug) when my least favorite Canadian pointed to a sign that clearly states that you are not allowed to bring beverages outside of the dining area. A wicked smile crept across my cheek. I had been doing this same thing for weeks without realizing it was bad ass, which made it ultra bad ass. When I came to I saw the flash on my least favorite Canadian's face, "I'm gonna tell on you" it said. Now, I can't decide if I should keep on being a bad ass (I need that coffee) and be destroyed by the guilt that bastard has put upon me or just quit the thieving altogether.

Class is not fun. What the hell was I thinking going to grad school. School has always been the same no matter how fancy it sounds; I show up, (sometimes) sit in a chair, and listen to what the teacher says. Well, my version of listening which involves taking funny little pictogram-ish notes, thinking of insults, and wondering if I rested my head on my hand would it disguise my tiredness of holding my own head up or would it look studious.

Today I had an exceptionally boring teacher akin to Charlie Brown's teacher (all of her words sounded like a horn playing the same sequence of notes). Luckily, we were outside on the grass, which at first seemed like a kindergarten-y type idea but turned out to be quite stimulating, even though I lost feeling to my leg. Outside there was many things to look and imagine about like people in trucks crashing, or, people on skateboards crashing, or people carrying large loads of crap wearing high heeled-type shoes, crashing. And, a bee almost crashed into the drone, I mean teacher. Maybe next time we have to sit on the grass in a circle like the potheads in Golden Gate Park a ninja squirrel will fly out of the tree and crash into the teacher.

Tonight I played pool. Pool is really not that fun. But, I learned that apparently some people play pool with rules and sometimes those rules are not universal. Rule talk sounds boring until you see a dispute over whose rule is correct. Sadly, there wasn't any violence, but plenty of tension. Perhaps tomorrow I will find a new calling as a bad ass, and with my stolen coffee securely in hand I will skip school, train ninja squirrels, AND get into a violent tangle over pool playing rules. If only I knew any pool playing rules.

-Canadian Castaway