It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments So, yeah, I’m going to hold off on that title idea. Whatev.

But today was TEH AWESOEMEST DAY EVAR. Yeah. Now, see, after I wrote the last blog entry, I continued to piddle around on the Internet, like I normally do. This ‘Net-piddling tends to end when Ivan announces to eveyrbody that he’s so stinking tired and is going to go to bed, man, a thought to which I normally concur. However, this never happened, and I didn’t realize until 3 AM that Ivan wasn’t just over in Lance’s room playing XBox for a few minutes after midnight, but rather that he was somewhere else entirely studying for a test until 4:30. So I went to sleep, and woke up early to the sound of my Beatles poster falling off the closet door.

Normally, getting this little sleep, waking up early, and my stuff getting janked would piss me off. But it sure didn’t. Shoot, even my closet light is shot, and I had to use my torch to find some matching clothes. But I didn’t mind, for whatever reason.

I don’t remember chapel, but, honestly, I don’t really care. What I do remember, though, is that everyone was exceedingly silly in French. It was hillarious. I have no idea why. Hung out with Dusty and Urn for a few minutes after that, and then went to BOLD, which went well as well also too. Right after that, I went to Chik-fil-a and got a totally fresh chickenburger AND waffle fries fresh out the basket. Like that ever happens! (Wow, I’m so lame.) And I went off to sit, and all of a sudden Megan’s roommate walsk by and we talk for a few minutes or whatever, which was fun, since normally I eat lunch alone. She apparently likes my suede jacket a lot.

After that, I went back to my room, and, after about five minutes, all the rest of the people cleared out of the suite so I was able to blast music while reading the text for Hopper! for a solid two hours. That was most excellent. Speaking of Hopper! and most excellent, uh, yeah, that was deinfately waht the class was. We went off on a bunch fo totally spontaneous random tangents that all tied into each other, and after the four-thirty break, Doc Elrod just pops in and has like, this five or ten minute conversation with Hopper! on various things from Hopper! breaking his office window with a rock, the fact that Elrod was in the Navy and Hopper! wasn’t, and the origins of the peace sign. Absolutely beautiful. The rest of class was fun, too. We never got to the stuff we actually read over for this week (only the stuff for the last time which we never got a chance to cover, being that we were listening to the Opera dude and all. Did I ever write about that? If I didn’t, leave a comment and I will. That was awesome.), so I asked Hopper! about it after class, and somehow we ended up on the fact that Hopper! did really break Elrod’s office window with a rock, and how the random BB holes in the Armstrong windows are filled with clear silicone caulking, and how I know Elrod from previous classage and now next week I’m going to give him a note from Hopper! and some caulk for window repair. Fuahahaha. Talk about awesome.

Dinner was enjoyable. I don’t really remember what happened, but the Megs appeared to be all up ons Dusty for whatever reason; I got to the table a good time after them somehow, eventhough I was definately in the door before they were, sicne I saw them all behind me. But anyway, said situation always makes for even more silliness, so I have no significant problems there, eh.

Speaking of the old Grimey Underpants, he rocked the guitar on a couple of songs at the Muticultural Student Action Comittee’s Open Mic Night, which mainly consisted of brothers singing that pre-soul-style vocal black music, as well as some poetry readings. That was pretty cool over all.

After that commenced the standard outhangage at Chez Dusty, replete with pizza and Zach being wacky. But good wacky, thank goodness. And that’s about it.