I decided I'm not going to ask people for their opinions in real life. I'd much rather have comments adorning my posts. Anyway, I'd prefer to keep my blog life separate from my real life. Wait, did that sound ridiculous? Well, I'm not going to over-advertise or anything. It's not like a lot of people read to begin with.
Today I'm not eating pretzels, nor did I eat them yesterday. Instead, I ventured to the convenience store on the first floor of 625 Broadway to fetch myself some soup. I'm still being assaulted by a cold, even though I slept for 12 hours last night, and soup seems to magically alleviate the symptoms. I will shortly be enjoying (as soon as it cools off a bit) a cup of Ramen with little bitty shrimp. Yesterday I had this really good beef burger soup, with minute hamburgers floating amid vegetables and potatoes. At only a buck, the Ramen was about 67% cheaper.
Yes, I actually slept for 12 hours last night. I went to bed at 5:15, and woke up at 5:55 this morning. I'm still feeling a bit woozy. I imagine this is the after-effect of my John Connor immune system sending Kyle Reese's back in time to destroy viruses before they infect my cells, but I wouldn't know from personal experience. It's just cool to imagine it that way.
A funny thing happened in my dream last night. I went back to CBA to be a "super senior" (I personally think the term sounds dumb, but in the dream it was cool as heck). This random, little kid was cadet Colonel. I had no idea who he was, which of course I wouldn't, considering that I don't really know any of the upcoming seniors. I had three study halls a day and very few classes, which I guess is what one would expect when going for a Master's degree at CBA (which is what I was doing). Well, I wasn't actually going for a Master's, just the equivalent to a high school diploma. For whatever reason, I don't know.
I wouldn't mind being a philosopher. I could make a living out of thinking. Besides that, I could get my name in text books. People would have to read about me for classes. I could contribute to future students' boredom! I feel like I owe that to the next generation of scholars, having suffered through a sufficient amount of boredom, and still having at least two years of it to come. Granted, my boredom stems more from math than philosophy, but math is like regulation drill compared to the interpretive dance of philosophy. The funny thing is, philosophers seek to turn their interpretive dance into regulation drill, which rather boggles my mind. If you're going to put the meaning of life into a simple formula, you might as well just take the cosine of an angle to determine the y-compenent of the load on a truss. I guess the reason I'm not a philosopher is that I'd waste time and make a joke out of the whole thing, rather than actually attempting to make any headway. Besides, I figure the reason we're all here is to eat Wheaties. Boy, are they good.
Well, that about wraps it up for today. Time is short, you know. Clearly, since two quarter-hours later, my soup is still almost unbearably hot. If time were long, I'd be able to eat them by now.
2 comments:
Does it notify you when someone leaves a comment? Because if it did, I would just leave a comment down under the second post, but since I don't know if you would ever see that it was there, I didn't do that. At any rate, your John Connor analogy made me chuckle. Come to think of it, commenting here actually is appropriate, considering the title and the fact that you not only mentioned John Connor but also Kyle Reese in this post. I liked that too. The only thing I can now wonder is: where is my helping of lunch with Chris for July 24th?
HmmMMMM?
P.S. - I don't have a Google or Blogger ID, so I have to use my AIM screenname. How dumb is that?
If it notifies me, it doesn't notify me that it notifies me.
So...it doesn't do much good. But I always check. I'm like Santa Claus, if comments were good children. Only I don't give them presents. How can you give a present to a comment?
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