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today in the chinese place (where i now realize i probably went so i could eat brocolli... i did eat it) i was just sittin there and was thinking how i should have gotten soda in one of those nifty plastic cups instead of poland spring and looked and there was like one person on line. looked down at my book then up like 20 seconds later and BAM suddenly there were like 15 people on line, all looking pissed off that they had to wait. where'd they all come from? if they had only known that a minute earlier it would've been empty. how strange lines work, though. i'm sure someone has written a book on the uh psychology or probability of lines or something.
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this is my ridiculous story about a bee sting. hehe. ok. i was standin in the hall waiting for the most dreaded class of all - colloquium - and felt something crawling on my neck. yuck. so i picked it off and felt this freakin sharp pain in my finger and looked and it was a freakin bee! i was like aaah and my finger started bleeding. i stomped up and down on the son of a bitch until it died and my finger started blowing up and it hurt soooo much and i ran to the water fountain and ran it under water and i was practically crying, i didnt know what to do, there's no infimary around here or anything, its all the way on south campus. so i said to this girl i know, "i just got stung by a bee!" and she gave me an ice pack but it hurt a lot still and the skin was so tight on my finger i could see all the little lines...
so i went in and told this professor guy and he got on the phone and was on for like 5 minutes, "making some calls," and finally comes back and says, "uh, i know this is more than you wanted, but the police are coming." what! so i wait outside with my ta and a car and a jeep come whizzing around the corner, lights flashing, and they fly up onto the sidewalk. i'm like aye yaye yaye. a small crowd forms, staring at me.
i walk over to the cops and they're looking at it, and i'm like "all i need is some benadryl..." and they're like "ok, do you know your name? what's the date? what's your local address?" and i thought it was stupid so i was lazy in answering. oye. then they asked when did this happen, where, are you having trouble breathing? and one of them in his dark shades and tan uniform and stiff face looks in my eyes, at least i think he was, i couldn't see his, and moves his hand around looking at my pupils, they asked if i was allergic, they're like where did it happen, was there a nest. i'm like "i'm ok, really" but they didn't listen! so ridiculous. one of them went inside with the ta to find where it happened, she didn't even know, she made it up. the other guy wrote up a report. agh!
finally they left. i should really call them and ask for a copy of the report and scan it in and shove it up here.
so, the ta was trying not to laugh the whole time. eventually i found i couldn't sit in class and i just left and bought some benadryl cream and took some ibuprofen and found some ice. hey, at least i got out of colloquium.
heh, the police here are idiots.
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just a little elevator thing. i got in at the first floor by myself, and it stopped at two. this kid comes in, striped shirt, backpack, looked friendly. he stabs his finger several times on the number "4" and yells, "this elevator better go to four! it never goes there, it just skips over!" and kept stabbing the stupid button and i sneered matter of factly, "I hope it doesn't stop on four." and he stops, turns to look at me, and slowly says the one word, "bitch." i gave him a look. the elevator passes four and stops at 5. he's like argh! and i screech the maniac kate screech, "HA! YOU ARE STUCK ON THE ELEVATOR FOREVER! AHAAHAHAHA!!" and the door closes and he's like arrrrg! and i grin proudly. heh. he looked like a friendly guy, i didn't take offense to his insult at all. i'm sure i've seen him before in practically the same circumstances. it was more funny than anything, just to scream at some random person and have them call you a bitch. i hope it happens again.
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went out in the monsoon to go to "stimulance" (a coffeeshop) and right by the door this old man starts, "would you like to see some jewelry?" with a tan textured floppy hat, hairy lumpy sweater, and yellow chopped up teeth. i definately was just going to keep going, but megan's like "okay." heh. so he opens a baggie and unrolls this black felt, exposing colored glass charms on string. he was talking about how he made them... then he was yapping about how coffeehouses are for people who can't find anything to do, they don't create, they just go to this place someone else created. there's no one smart in there. i'm like, "there aren't many smart people in the world anyway" and he's like "yes, you're right. i've lived a long time, i know this." it was kind of annoying cause he was preaching, i don't know, maybe coffeehouses aren't havens for intellect, its just a facad. maybe he was correct in everything he said, and i just don't know it yet. anyway. it was weird. but i felt better inside after talking to him, cause he was actually an interesting person, and not insane. i was scared at first of him but he was actually a humble harmless man, most likely. oh, the necklaces were 12 dollars, not worth it, the glass was pretty but it was just on string, not even a chain. so we just thanked him and went into our hangout for the lesser minds.
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one day i was ridin' with paco and we turned left, up, say, the opposite side of a "v" and there was this old scruffy man in the middle of the road with wild hair yelling, "don't hit me! i've been hit by a car once, i don't want to get hit again!" he was mad! the box had the big red hand but he was crossing anyway right in front of all these speeding whipping cars, just wailing his arms through the air spinning in circles shouting and spitting his words at us. geez.
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got onto the shuttle bus to north campus, and the driver grinned sickly at me. nasty, because he was about 45, thinning hair, huge square glasses, and sounded like his mouth was full of spit when he talked. was playing nature sounds, birds and foxes and stuff. seagulls. who plays seagulls? caw caw caw. anyway. then he started talking to the bus, about the september 11th events, "you're not safe! you never will be safe! you think they're gonna stop hating us?" and when we got off, absolutely vomital from the constant headachy chirping, he's like, "and when you go out at night, riding your bike... someone could be watching you." and with that he drove away.
don't they have regulations or something! don't they interview people first?!?! agh!
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sitting outside eatin'... there are these canadian geese pecking at the ground by the oh so beautiful man made lake. :-/ heh. they look happy, all have their own space, the sun is shining, the breeze ruffling their feathers. suddenly out in the lake there's a troop coming in v-formation. the crane sits on the edge of the lake watching the whole spectacle as i do. one of the geese on the mainland straightens up his neck and lets out a warble warble warble and beats his wings threateningly. heads of other land geese poke up and peer at the oncoming herd of geese. the geese in the water keep coming closer, looking hungrily at the grass. the pissed off geese all warble loudly and the formost 5 geese in the water change direction, but then after a few moments, turn to the land again. lots of screeching. the geese come up on the land and they're all chasing eachother and nipping eachother. try eating, but get bumped from behind. they're all irritable and crowded and yapping at eachother. the leader geese of the land gets really pissed off and chases all the foreigners away, they flop into the water, the little ducks in the pond quacking at them and throwing their heads in the air, the crane standing there with his mouth wide open still eyeing them all, the geese swim away and the ones on the land return to their happy little lunch. its too bad no one else saw this. i was just amazed that by watching them i knew exactly what was going on. chilling.
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in the elevator, la la la, and the door opens and two guys stumble in and one yelps, "corners!" and backs up into a corner and the other dude backs into another corner then they turn to eachother and laugh. like they had claimed the best spots. lol i don't fucking know. i wonder how much time i spend in the elevator every day....
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I definitely have to write about this... found a table to eat my chicken salad sandwhich and apple juice at, just eatin', thinkin', then this dude says "anyone sitting here?" and sits down. he had cheese pizza, two skim milk containers, and grandma's cookies. we didn't say anything at all. i was trying to figure out things about him, from his clean plain blue shirt to his crew cut hair. I kept thinking how i'm never going to see this kid again, so i could say or do anything i wanted, tell him weird things, and it'd all be ok. but... why couldn't i say anything? finally i was done and scooped up my backpack and he looked at me and said "later" and i just smiled.
i wish i had talked to him. sometimes people ignore you when you leave... he seemed like a nice guy.
i bet you 10 bucks his name was mike.
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almost went to canada. but there was a line to get in, so we turned around in this little cut in the road, it was probably illegal. but then we see we have to go back through the u.s. border patrol! and we didn't even go to canada! and he asked all these dumb annoying questions and we lied and said we went to canada to see the falls. i never knew there was that in between place... is it neither canada or the u.s. or is it both overlapping? i suppose we were inside that thick dark line on maps marked "U.S./Canadian border."
on the way back from the show in toronto...
ha, the border patrol was fun. the dude asked our citizenship and each of us had to say "united states" cause he's like "once i lost in court cause i didn't have everyone say it." ok.... and then all he asked us was what did we bring back from canada and franky said "a pizza" and he's like "ok, go." what? that's it? why'd he make such a big deal about the citizenship if he didn't even check to see if we were doing anything illegal? weird guys over there. we had a woman on the way over. they speak like robots. eesh.
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i keep watching those construction guys outside (who turn on really loud machines at 8 in the morning) to try and figure out what they're doing exactly. they're about 100 feet away... actually probably a lot less. how big are feet? i suck at estimating. so they're right there. its so cool watching them cause i never get to see them up close or get to watch for longer than a 7 second drive-by. one day i saw this guy making little holes in the bricks and putting long sticks in them and then banging the sticks with hammers. hehe. i have no idea. theres all these noises and stuff but i can't figure out what they do. yesterday morning they all started singing really loud and laughing.
today the construction dudes were out, taking apart the ... what's it called... the stuff that wraps around the building that they walk on.
the construction dudes are gone. i'm kinda sad. they packed up and went to another building. *sigh* ah well, nothing interesting out the window any more.
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