I was required to buy a new desk when I got to town. It's WONDERFUL. But I may have to actually eat sections of it to stay alive over the next month as it was rather expensive. I also have books to buy for the semester, plus rent, and so I'm milking my poor father dry. I really hate that (and I don't really know where my hatred of monetary issues stems from, but I posess it, let me tell ya.)
So, I have about 4 packs of ramen, a couple hot pockets, 2 cans of tomato soup, and the generosity of those I can steal from when their not looking to get me through. Funny, I sit in front of about 4 grand in tech joking about eating Ramen for the rest of the month - I love college life.
So shortly before I left Tulsa I went to Waffle House at about 3:00 in the morning with Schoen, Crawford, Aube, Karner, and Mark.
For those of you unfamiliar with Waffle House, it is a very interesting experience. At the door somewhere, there must be a sign reading "unless you are drunk, or more greasy than our bacon, please go to IHOP." But, they have an all-you-can-eat platter for only 8 bucks, and it's not bad food either, so we go occasionally to see the people that are up for Darwin Awards.
This one particular night, Waffle House had only one other group of patrons. Turns out, this group consisted largely of people who went to our High School. Are there people in your life whom you think, "I wonder why this person hasn't been eaten by lions yet?" These people who have barely enoung social desireability and intelligence to continue their existance, those who play a veritable Russian Roulette with the Grim Reaper every time they walk out of their parent's basement, these are the far-to-many, the not-so-proud whom we lovingly call "lion food."
This was the king of the jungle's feast. These are people I never desired to see again in my life. Not because I'm an elitist jerk, but simply because they are beneath my notice. I felt badly when they wanted to chat. One actually called another of the lion's morsels to get her to come to Waffle House to see my beard. *le sigh* I honestly do wish them the best.
Anyway, 2 solid days of cleaning and organizing has made me awfully tired. Now that I have my computers set up, this will once again become a daily diary. Enjoy it, I know I will.