College Is Strange

You know, I think I'm going to have to keep telling you about my experiences. Might happen every post. Just a forewarning - it tends to be on my thoughts a lot.

Even when I don't know the answers to my history test, I still end up being the first one to finish. It's not a bad thing - I'm just a bloody fast reader and a pretty good first-drafter. I'm usually happy with what I write at first go.

Anyway. After I was done I went to Starbucks with a couple of other students, a boy and a girl in their early twenties, who had finished. We had fifty minutes to muck about until class started up again. For some odd reason I figured that we would walk there. After all, I had been planning to. But instead we trekked across the parking lot and into the girl's car. It wouldn't have been too bad, except that both the kids smoked. I hate the smell, and I'm smart enough not to show it. They cussed a bit as well, which I didn't mind nearly as much: mental stench is easier to ignore than physical stench. The girl wanted to go to Fred Meyer afterwards, which I declined, wherein she drove me back and then took the boy to Meyers.

On the trip back she played Hotel California. A truly remarkable song. Classic rock, and I like it.

Also I finished a fascinating book: Eccentrics by David Weeks. I really was impressed with the book, and his insights into the joys of originality. If one realizes where the personal originality would become even better with the marvelous joys of Christ, one is even better off.

I'm Still In College

But with a slight difference. Now I have orthodontia with my college experience. Maybe I'll post a picture, but I doubt it.

Ortho is more painful than a flat hallelujah chorus, in case you were wondering.

In other news, having my mouth hardwired doesn't have seemed to have hindered the interest of a couple of guys at college. Not sure if that's wonderful news or not; so far it's just news.

I'm going to be late to school unless I get the hell off of here. This update has cost me precious minutes, for I have gotten up late.