- I was in a classroom full of people I don’t know. Mr. Rugg was the teacher, but he wasn’t teaching. The purported TA was standing by an overhead showing us to how to use integrals to find the volume of a smoked ham.
(Yes, yes, I need to upgrade my meal plan.)
- First I was watching a Simpsons episode concerning time travel or something. It was sort of a cliched sci-fi plot like Groundhog Day. Then I was with a bunch of friends at a restaurant, except that the menu was all in gibberish, with items like “Kuat” and “Chi”. And I was like, “Hell, no, I’m not eating Chi, that makes me a Chinese vampire or something. And Chinese vampires aren’t scary.”
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Dream journal returns
Thursday, November 13th, 2008rand($musings)
Saturday, October 11th, 2008- I learned that I am very good at two games. At orientation, I learned that I was finally, after years of abstinence, good at Twister. (One of the side effects of having big hands and feet.) The other game is Rock Band, which I played at John’s house the night after we were at the beach and right before I left for Purdue. I managed 99% on “Dirty Little Secret” vocals on medium. It probably stems from my Karaoke predilection. (One of the side effects of being Chinese.)
- My unibrow came back even worse because I got rid of it before move-in day. Alex says I should have it waxed like his.
- One day a suggestion box popped up in the floor bathroom. I suggested, “Ignore suggestions”.
- There is a mop sink near the elevators. We are supposed to use it for several purposes that we can’t do in the bathroom:
- storing the floor mop
- throwing up in
- washing dishes
Hopefully not in that order.
- All my friends here text each other. I’m just a simple boy with a simple cell phone plan. Amanda, though, thinks I’ll break before the end of the year and give in: getting a texting package. It would put a halt to calling and waking up people when asking where everyone goes to lunch.
- People here are good at playing Euchre and Guitar Hero and Super Smash Bros and Halo 2. I am master of none and am therefore socially inept. Well, you know, more socially inept. Unequipped. I am cut off from the bonding experiences of a guitar battle, or being hit with a hammer by Pikachu or a killing spree or whatever analogous event that Euchre has.
- I get better phone reception in the middle stall of the bathroom than in my room.
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F^#$ IT! moments so far:
- running shirtless through a fountain
- Singing karaoke
- Most Wednesday lunches
- People call Organic Chem “orgo”. I call it O-chem because I fear Freudian slips. Like with “secant x” in sophomore year. I was supposed to put a trigonometric proof on the board and I did, only I accidentally wrote “sec x” as “se x” without realizing it. “Orgo” is just a bit too close to “orgy” for my tastes.
- For Ochem lab reports, we have to write procedures in passive voice. This is torture; they are undoing everything that McD accomplished. I can’t hold out much longer…
- Every big ten university needs a direct fiber line to Facebook’s servers. It’ll take the burden off of the rest of the Internet. You know, the productive part.
- I’m too short for the peephole in my room’s door.
Guess what?
Tuesday, September 16th, 2008You get your Cold War Monopoly, Neal. You know what I want to do?
I want to get one of those old Guess Who? games, scan our senior yearbook and paste over all the Guess Who? character tiles with Asians from the yearbook. Then rename it Guess Hu?
“Does your Asian have glasses?”
“No.”
*click, click, click, click, click*
“Is your Asian a white guy?”
“No.”
*click, click*
“Is your Asian Korean?”
“Uhhh… maybe?”