The Finite

In protest of SOPA and PIPA and the whole general idea of acronyms, I will not be telling you any of what I did today. Also because nothing happened except for me picking a new dwelling for next year. It’s this house about a mile from campus. The current guy’s dad owns it so they seem really laid back and we just need to convince them that we’re not going to trash the place. Really roomy, a mud room, and a backyard for to get drunk in. Of course this was before work, but you guys probably don’t want to hear about work any more. And I-

Aw, dammit.

There’s something I probably should be telling you. Those of you at Purdue may already know but here goes:

I have been wearing my phone on my belt for three months now.

Let me start by saying is is not just so people can see how my phone is too important for pockets, it’s also because I can’t have an iPhone and a real phone jammed into one pocket without either of them damaging each other.

But primarily, it’s so I can retrieve my phone when I’m sitting down. I don’t have the luxury of a purse; I kept my phone in my pocket most of the time. When I have to check my schedule or read a text while sitting, I can either stand up to retrieve the phone or I can so that awkward “air hump” where I thrust futilely in an attempt to straighten out my leg enough to allow pocket access. The belt case allows me to not appear to be attempting copulation with my desk when one of you tweets.