A friend of a twin brother of a friend in Group C was so kind to drop me off in front of the dormitories of the former Scholastic Bowl at UIUC as he drove my friend and my friend’s twin brother back to Illinois. My arrival was met with less fanfare and confetti from the old gang than I expected. Although there were nachos, the news of a cake was a fabrication.
I was a infiltrator in the hordes of UofI students. With forged papers, I rode the buses, studied in the libraries and sat on the grass. Neal & Peter among others, took turns swiping me into dining courts. Neal also got me hooked on the fruit smoothies from LateNight, the local after-hours food source which every college seems to have.
While I was there, Neal and I collaborated to convince some dining court workers to make the “Margaret Thatcher” fruit smoothie. It has peach, strawberries, mango and a hint of “Prime Minister-iness”.
What with being away from smoothies for several days, I’m experiencing fairly severe withdrawal symptoms right now. Cravings, anxiety, dysphoria; all of them.
(Neal, if you are reading this, and I know you are, probably fresh from shooting zombies. I need you to mail me a strawberry banana smoothie in a ziploc bag. Purdue is a produce desert. Exotic fruits like mango and blueberries have been hard to come by with Hillenbrand closed and the Great College of Ag Schism.)
I do miss hanging out with Asians. I did all the requisite college Asian things that I haven’t been able to do with my white friends: basketball, sleeping on the floor, studying in the library. I got so much chemistry done at the undergraduate library. And I finished the anatomy chapter I’ve been holding off on. It was awesome.
I also got to watch real Asians play Super Smash Bros. I learned for the second time what it’s like to be beaten and thrown around by a falsetto-voiced pink puffball (JY). And I was a green dinosaur that threw eggs. It was humiliating.
I was also exposed to a lot of Left4Dead, thanks to Neal.
*Neal is playing Left4Dead.*
Neal: This gas can is my son. His name is Fred. I love him.
Tommy: So you pour his insides all over dead people?
Neal: He isn’t potty-trained yet. No, bad Fred!
Friday, I hitched a ride home with Meredith and her dad, which mostly consisted of me snoring (asleep) in the backseat as “travel disco” played. I got back home and my family all said I got fatter. Then I made a massive backup of all my music and I beat Portal. Just like any other return home.
I refilled on laundry detergent and got a new toothbrush. To cut down on weight and space, mom provided dry detergent. I’ve learned by now not to ask where she does her shopping. Though it was tempting in this case when she presented me with a quarter kilo plastic bag of suspicious-looking but nice-smelling white powder. I made a note to myself to do my own shopping from now on as I tried to make it look less stereotypical by transferring it to a tupperware container.
I also sawed off another toothbrush for the same reasons as last time. It’s about time I indulged myself in a new toothbrush. I think I deserve it.
I like the portal reference at the start there
I’m not sure if customs will enjoy shipping a zip lock containing a reddish mystery liquid. I’m sorry to hear the the upstart Agri-Pope has the audacity to Challenge the Purtriarch over the canonization of corn.
what a wonderful family huh? I regrettably had to spend time with aunt tracy and vince. (needed my taxes done) and had to silently endure them telling me about graduating college. Now if they opened their ears, they’d hear me saying I graduate in may. I am shocked eric hasn’t run away yet.
We don’t have an uncle named vince. His name is “Vinns”.
I’m sorry we’re not Asian enough for you, why don’t you just have M&M Darwinist tournaments with Larry? By the way, do you have portal on disc?