C’est la vie
I have to remember that I am 6’5. Yesterday, I was literally jumping for joy when I ran, jumped, and crashed head-on into the ceiling. (Yeah the nurses gave me a hard time for that one) Anyway, I had to have seven staples put in/in my head to keep it…together and it’s very disorientating. I have to say I won’t mind when they get taken out, although I can’t really feel them up there. I just can’t comb my hair for a week or two…
The other day I asked a checkout woman why the place was so empty, and she said to me “Because the students are on vacation”. The way she said it definitely implied that I wouldn’t know this because I am not a student. That was my first kind of wake up call that I’m about to not be a “student” anymore. (No more $6.50 movies! Dammit!)
I think the “water” that you get from the soda fountain is disgusting. You know the one, the little button attached to the sprite fountain that you have to ask for a “water cup” to get. To me it tastes like liquid dust, and people shouldn’t be drinking dust.
If I ever become a successful musician I really hope I never have an album title that references my career in some way. Album titles like “Comeback”, “Back on Top”, “The Best from the West.” These are stupid. I think they should be reserved for American Idol second place contestants only.
Stand-up computers stations do two things: 1.) keep people uncomfortable enough that they don’t hog them 2) induce carpel tunnel syndrome almost immediately
