Today I went to the library all day to do secret activities. You know how they always say, "Welcome to college. Sleep, a social life, good grades: choose two."

In college I definitely chose a social life and good grades. Seems like in graduate school I've been choosing good grades and sleep. Towards the end of the semester, sleep goes, too. Maybe in graduate school you only get to pick one and half.

I've also been surfing Amazon to see if they have the books I need. Man, books are so expensive. I wonder how much my CFD books cost.... I was spoiled by last semester when I only had to buy one paperback.

I should have gone to Notre Dame where they would have given me four grand for whatever the hell I desired. But then the winter would have been overpowering, I think. When I think of Notre Dame I think of aging buildings, icy wind, and the whole campus overshadowed by the great bronze statue of Christopher Columbus, WATCHING US. And I also think of boxing leperchauns, of course.

ANYWAY, on the way home from the library I was driving along and I spied with my good eye a band of emo kids crossing the street ahead. Ok, so these weren't the stylish, adorable mopey Cali emo kids who form emotionally-charged suburban garage bands and are a danger to themselves but not others. These were the dirty, punky, bad-smelling, slightly-gothically dressed emo-haired kids of the greater Northeast that I'm still trying to figure out. They had decided upon this jaywalking escapade in front of my car because they had seen that on the other side of the street someone had dropped a large number of bagels on the sidewalk. I don't know exactly what had happened because many of the bagels were completely smashed into crumbs and some of them looked perfect, untouched tori of bagelerific perfection. But that was only in shape: all of them looked very dirty. They were spread across the sidewalk like someone had shot them at it with a bagel cannon from a third floor window.
("had shot them at it", I bet that would be a difficult construction for a non-english speaker)
The punk kids ran over and started grabbing the bagels wildly off the sidewalk. They examined each one feverishly, stacking them up in their arms, casting away one when they found a better looking replacement... the cast away bagel would immediately be snatched by another person..... until almost all the bagels were taken and the emo kids started to run away with their bounty.


Ok. So last I heard, the emo kids of the Noreast are not starving. Last I heard, punk kids still had shelter and probably parents and enough money to buy hair dye. SO WHY THE LOOTING OF THE FALLEN BREAD???? I mean, I know Seth's hippie roommates periodically go through the dumpster out the back of the bakery and eat rolls and muffins that they just threw out.... that's pretty disgusting and those rolls were just in a case waiting to be sold and are still wrapped in plastic. And those girls are hippies, you expect them to do things like that! I did not expect that from the punk kids. Do they have a gigantic squirrel they're trying to keep alive in their garage? That is the only thing I can think of that would warrant such behavior.

CRAZY PUNKS! GET OFF MY LAWN!!

They weren't on your lawn.

You don't own the streets! You don't even RUN those streets!


Books are for the weak.
» Dilated on 2007-01-28 03:33:26

Graduate school and engineering, you get to choose one, maybe 1.5 if you're lucky. Two means you're in GS for something wimpy or in ISE... :p
» ikimashokie on 2007-01-28 06:14:30

One of my best friends goes to ND. He loves it but the winters ARE overpowering. 6 inches of basically constant snow.
» Helena on 2007-01-28 07:23:49

BTW

You're such a waxing gibbous.
» Dilated on 2007-01-29 12:33:04

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