Day 236
There was an invasion today. The undergrads have occupied my library, including my L-Spot. This forced me to realize two things: 1. I need to seek out back-up L-Spots and 2. I am the oldest person in the library. One at a time though. I secured a spot not to far from my original spot. This spot was not so close to the weird huge banks of carrels, and it had "Lady Gaga" and "Sex is like a velociraptor..." scrawled in it along with "Study Hard" which had accompanying comments that involved boners. This new space was pretty amazing, the only thing was is that I didn't realize that an undergrad occupation meant constant small, annoying noises that Soul Asylum at a reasonable volume could not drown out. The age thing? Well, there are two ways to look at it, 1. Be depressed that you are old. Or, 2. Become a cougar. I chose two.
After I sort of got used to the new library noise factor--I pretended like I was training to be a parent (Lord knows why)--I got out my reading material. For tomorrow I am supposed to have read a couple short stories (I did) and a 100 page manuscript. I started in on the giant manuscript. After 3 pages I was a little bored, so I started to look at a book I bought yesterday. Turns out that reading about a woman who had a career as a stripper is much more interesting than reading my classmates story about a boy who writes sci-fi. I wonder what I will say in class about his story though? Maybe I should talk about strippers?
So, my friend came over for supper this evening. My friend likes to read books. I know, it's shocking that I have literate friends. Anyway, I proudly handed her the stack of all the books I have recently purchased. She mulled them over and said, "I thought you said you didn't have any money." I said, "I really freaking don't. I don't even know how I am going to pay rent all summer." She looked at me and then the books, and back again. Then I realized that I am a junkie.
My friend and I went to the game room of my building and found a Monopoly card game. I started reading the instructions and got bored, opting to ride a shitty exercise bike, root through a hat drawer, and spray silly string. She took up learning how to play the game. I looked over at her from the exercise bike and said two things: 1. "This exercise bike is making my cooter hurt." (She loves when I say "cooter) and, 2. "That's funny, I can't figure out the instructions so I give them to someone whose third language is English and they are written in English." She told me that I have ADD.
Tonight I finally put on my new face mask from Lush. Apparently, it was made by some guy named, Lou. Turns out the blueberry mask makes my face super clean and makes it break out. Lou is lucky he didn't put his address on the mothereffing label as well. I bet he's laughing his ass off right now. That fucker is probably making every sucker stupid enough to spend 7 bucks on a jar of smelly goop have a zit festival on their face.
Besides my book buying addiction, I am also addicted to watching Gilmore Girls episodes that I have seen at least six times each while eating sunflower seeds with the conspicuous label, "Seasoned." I am not sure if this is a bad thing. I guess you never really know until you come home to an intervention.
So, the guy that always winks at me and constantly asks me to "make him companionship" on his late night McDonald's runs and I have been engaged in an email conversation. He sent out an email to the list serve for my building asking for change to buy a snack with as McDonald's was closed and he was going to get his late night junk fix from the machine in our building. I emailed him back and asked him why he didn't come over to the game room when I banged on his wall earlier (his wall shares a wall with the game room). He said that he didn't come over because he has been running into people that make him want to puke. Seriously, he couldn't say hi right next door but he is willing to run willy nilly to the snack machine down two halls and two staircases from his room. He deserves to puke.
Tip of the Day: Always be the banker when playing any form of Monopoly or Game of Life.
-Canadian Castaway
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