This postIn class, I sit either in the middle or in the back. Rarely the front. Being a people-watcher, front row seats are rather boring; and even if the lights are down, turning one’s focus solely to what’s on screen/stage/up front, I’d still rather sit in the back. It’s a personality thing, I guess.
If I sit in the back, I might add, I almost always sit at the edge so I can bolt out the door as soon as the meeting or show is over. In fact, I usually try to be at the head of the wave of people that spills out of the Marriott Center after a devotional. :) Most of the time it’ll be me and a few other fast walkers, people with classes in the Maeser Building (at the far end of campus) and the like. That’s us, it is.
I wonder why it’s quite okay for girls to chit-chat in the bathroom, but for guys it’s taboo and surprisingly awkward. If someone does start talking to me, I almost always try to answer as quickly as possible, attempting to telepathically send the message “Please stop talking in here! People are watching!” :P
Cell phones are handy. When you’re at a party but nobody’s talking to you and you feel stupid standing there all alone, whip out the cell. It doesn’t matter if you’re actually talking to someone (and this technique is great for budding thespians and writers who want to improve their dialogue skills); the key thing is to appear like you are, and voila! You’re no longer a loner. My lawyer forbids me to mention how often I use this trick. :)
PDA (public displays of affection) are gross. A hundred and forty-four percent of gross, in fact. Spam is worse.
Lately my dreams have been so interesting that I find myself going back to sleep to see how things turn out. Only problem is, I can’t remember what they are once I wake up. But last night I did remember one brief fragment: I was sitting at a piano in one of the HFAC practice rooms, and some guy came in to practice (he’d scheduled it for that time). Minor confrontation, nothing too serious. Speaking of last night, I was lying on my bed (and it was one heck of a lie! ;)) reading The Gammage Cup, a delightful book which I’ll write about another time, and it was 8:00. Next thing I knew, my roommate was saying something like, “Ben, are you going to keep the light on all night?” My eyelids cranked themselves open and I found that it was midnight. Fancy that. I wonder if he hadn’t said anything, would I have woken up this morning? I don’t really mind sleeping with my contacts in, but when I wake up it takes five to ten minutes for them to get moistened up again. Maybe I should try peeling onions when that happens. Or watch Charly.
Well, my ploy to avoid homework was working for a while there, but the guilt is setting back in. The danger in studying at the library is that I keep getting tempted to read other books. I already know that when I walk over to the library in a minute, I’m going up to the fifth floor to check out Terry Pratchett’s The Colour of Magic (the first book in the Discworld series). What I ought to do is do all my homework first, and then go up and check it out. Or even wait until next week. But we all know that’s not going to happen. :)
