11-4-01

      I was really disappointed earlier today. I thought that The X-Files season premire was tonight, and that since I don't have TV, I'd miss it. Then I realized that because of the World Series, it's not on until next week. WooHoo! I have until next Sunday to buy a TV. Yes, I know, buying a TV for a burnt out show, I'm a loser. I'm a proud loser, I embrace my loser-ness.

        The caf continues to decend into the heights of bad food. The lovely people of Sodexho-Marriot have decided that really choices of food isn't needed. Nor is having dishes, glasses, silverware, or anything working. The priority then would seem to running a racket, given that they've hiked up prices, declined quality, and have a long contract.

        A story of coming doom.
Once upon a time, there was freshman from the great Northeast, at a smallish southern university. Our freshman called Betty, by friends and enemies, makes friends of some sort upon arriving at the university. Most of these so-called friends are in her organization that oddly calls itself Greek. The author can find no evidence that the Greek people have anything to do with these widespread organizations.
Betty met a boy, not really a prince, but to her he seemed to be prince. AS is the case with many modern royals, the boy had problems up the wazoo. Perhaps this is why she mistook him for a prince? Betty fell head over heels, or among the less refined, ass over teakettle, for the alleged prince. Betty barely knew the prince when she fell in love with him.
A short while later while talking by a not exactly fairy tale like stretch of highway with her prince, Betty was told some things. It seems that the boy, who while not being a prince was the son of a rich merchant, had a concombine. The courtasan of his favor was known to Betty, who had no spare love for the girl. Betty was upset by this relavation, but convinced herself that the concumbine had seduced the boy, who was naturally helpless, as all men are. Betty convinced the boy to expel the girl from his domain, the boy spoke with his concumbine, but did not leave her except in the realm of words.
Betty was soon overcome with joy, because the prince would soon come to realize that they were meant to together. Late one night, or early one morning, depending on your perspective, the prince called her. It seems that the prince was fond of elderberry wine, and any other form of firewater.   While he was drinking this firewater, he was fond of driving his carriage ( a new one since he wrecked 4 in the last 2 years) and calling Betty. During one of these late night talks, the prince told Betty that he loved her.
Betty was once again overcome with joy and told everybody of what he said that rainy dawn. However the firewater had erased the boy's mind, and he did not remember even talking to Betty.   The boy also did not ever go to his classes, but Betty also blamed this on the concumbine, who was easy, and was obviously controlled the poor weak boy. Because men are weak and can not control themselves in the presence of breasts.
As the days passed the boy's problems became more obvious, and Betty became more convinced that she was meant to spend eternity with the prince. So as is the costum with many towns, she set out to multilate herself for the love of the boy. She sacrificed her self-respect for the boy, and didn't call him on his self-destructive habits, finding them somewhat endearing. Once the boy compared her to his mother, Betty took this as a sign that her prince truly loved her more then life itself.
Now Betty has plans to inscribe ink into her skin at the same time as her prince to mark her everlasting devotion to him. Will Betty fallinto doom when she realizes that her prince is a emotionally stunted, manliputive twit? Will the prince attach himself leech-like to Betty? Will the other peasants who live with Betty throw her into the river of Gaspar? Stay tuned.....