It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments You know, I kind of feel bad about today. I didn’t go to church, because I didn’t bother to set my alarm clock and woke up at 11:40. Dan and Lance somehow ended up doing this too, so I feel less bad.

Sometime afterwards– I wasn’t keeping track of time, we all got dressed and went to Backyard Burgers and met Megan and Kelly and Kelly’s roommate (why did I start typing “Kelly’s girlfriend”? That’s wierd) there. It’s apretty nice place– some sort of chain of upscale burgerjointage. Whatever.

We went off to the World of Sam Walton after that, and bought some foodstuffs. When we got to the drink aisle, I started to grab for some cokes when Dan and Lance started persuading me to buy the Walton brand because it’s cheaper and supposedly tastes just as good. Just to spite them, instead of buying a twelve-pack of coke cans, I got a six-pack of glass bottles. BURN.

I poked around on my computer for the afternoon, and tried to do some homework– the folks called a couple times, too.

Speaking of phone calls, Ivan was in and out of the room this afternoon, and, in the times when he was gone I took no less than five messages from random girls for him. This guy, he is on fire, or something.

For dinner, I had a little microwave box of fettuccine alfredo, which was actually very good. Since I cracked out my Eddie Bauer field utensil kit to eat, and it had a bottle opener, I decided on having one of my cokes with it. I tell you, there’s something about those bottles that makes the coke taste so much better. It must be the fact that there’s no plastic that it can react with– even the aluminum cans have some plastic on the inside, which does subtly alter the taste.

I spent the rest of the evening bouncing back and forth between rooms in the suit, not doing much. I kind of feel bad about doing that– I mean, I don’t really have that many new friends down here, and they people I do know I don’t really do anything with. I just loathe the phone. Trying to make a call on it is so nerve-wracking. It’s wierd– I don’t have nearly as much of a problem when someone calls me, although it still isn’t anything I’d consider enjoyable in the least. And it’s not like I don’t know inside and out how the phone system works (or, at least, how it worked 30 years ago). There’s just something… scary about it. It’s talking, but talking to someone involves so much more than audible transmissions between 50 and 1000 hz, you know. I just can hardly bring myself to do it, really. I guess I’ll just sit around and do my homework all semester XD