I am at work right now... my boss told me to go on break in the computer lab, but I sat in the lounge drinking water, and apparently it irked him that I wasn't having my break in the assigned location, so I complied and moved to the computer lab... and went on Blogger.
I've noticed that Whittier, as promised by college students, doesn't really have cliques or a social hierarchy. There are, instead, two groups: nerds, and everyone else. Most of the students here are typical Cali kids with a few quirks thrown in here and there, and they all seem completely autonomous (correct usage?) and not confined to any particular class/rank. The nerds, however, are in-your-face I-lost-my-calculator physics-club-meets-Thursdays NERDS. They walk by, and you think to yourself, "Huh. That individual is a nerd." It's funny to see how that works out: the only social stereotype that truly prevails is nerdiness (once a nerd, always a nerd!). And maybe jocks, but jocks are stupid and I don't feel like talking about them. I like nerds. I like them a lot. Within reason, of course; but if we look at my dating history (ALL) and my preferred company (+/- nerdy), nerds are drawn to me. Well, more accurately, I am drawn to them. It shames me to say that sometimes I act cool, and even fewer times do I actually succeed in tricking people to believe I'm cool.
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I wrote everything above this line on Thursday. Now it's time for Sunday... bitch.
THREE DAY WEEKENDS RULE. 'Cuz... y'know... it's like... you THINK it's Friday, but it's actually Thursday, then you think it's SATURDAY, but it's actually Friday, then you think it's SUNDAY, but it's actually Saturday... and then after that your head just explodes on itself.
Three-Day-Weekend Accomplishments
-Hanging out with friend in Fullerton
-Getting sick
-Printing an 8.5"x11" picture of the "Better Off Dead" movie poster closed up on John Cusack's face, and putting it on the wall right next to where I sleep
-Crappily photoshopping (I still use 'Paint') myself kissing John Cusack, in light of printing out aforementioned movie poster and being able to look at it all day (and all night)
-Purchasing "SNL Best Of Will Ferrell" and "Identity" (ironically only coincidental that it stars John Cusack... it's just a really good movie)
-Seeing "Where The Wild Things Are" and crying a lil' bit at the end
-Strolling around Uptown Whittier a few times with different groups of friends
-Watching "Hannibal" and wanting to die... GROSS. JUST GROSS. That balcony scene?! And the brains?? GAH!
-Chillin' in my room nakey (roomie flew to Seattle for the weekend)
Among other exciting activities.
Anyway, speculating here... is there going to be a time in the way-way-way-way-way-way-way (keep saying way for 30 minutes) future in which nobody can decipher the english language, or all the clues as to how we spent our time existing as human beings? I mean, you think about it, and it seems preposterous, because it seems to us that we have so much evidence of our existence... we have magazines, newspapers, DVDs, VHSs, books, diaries, photographs... any person could figure mankind out if they wanted to, right? But I can't help but wonder about the cavemen, and Shakespeare, and stuff like that, where it must have seemed SO OBVIOUS that... I don't know... "Oh! This wooden spoon with holes in the ladle is clearly for blah blah blah. How could you NOT figure that out?" Some people might argue that we have so much more than people from the BCs and the 18th century and whatnot. Spellcheck says 'whatnot' is a word... ironically, 'spellcheck' is not. I mean in regards to technology: the cavemen didn't have photographs, the cavemen didn't have a written language, etc. etc. etc. So... since we have these modern-day luxuries, our imprints on the earth will last forever in a clear, conceivable image, yes? Except... we don't don't know what future technology will be like. In fact, we're probably MORE likely to be completely erased from history because all of our technology will probably become obsolete and unusable.
I feel like I'm rambling incoherently. Am I rambling incoherently? I'm sick. That's my excuse. Put that in your pipe and die of lung cancer from it.
Also. Halloween debacles. I'm rethinking my costume. Originally I wanted to be The girl with the short skirt and the long jacket from the song "Short Skirt Long Jacket" by Cake (HILARIOUS and commendably creative music video). I was planning on dressing and acting according to the description of the girl in the song. But then I got to thinking that many (uncultured in-bred-with-slug) people don't listen to Cake and might be confused when I tell them I'm The Girl With The Short Skirt and The Long Jacket. And at a glance I'll just look like a whore.
So I'm wondering, should I be something else? If so, what?
No.
...Maybe.
Yes.
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