Here I Sit

To save everyone from commenting after they read this entry, yes, I am a dork and I don't have a life, but that's ok. Ok, now that the disclaimer has been adequately placed, on with the show.

I have had probably one of the saddest weekends in the eyes of the multitude of Abercrombians that have infested our beautiful Bloomington campus. On Friday night, I was actually informed by the employees at the music library via bullhorn that it was approaching midnight and that the library would be closing. I guess that didn’t phase me, because I didn’t leave the library until the literally robbed me of that beautiful fluorescent light that I think is actually starting to taint the pigment in my skin. So after I was forced to leave that beautiful center of knowledge, I took my book, Wicked, and went to the 24-hour Starbucks where I continued to inform one of the biggest party schools in America that indeed I am without a life. So I absorbed about 50 or so pages of one of the neatest books I’ve ever read. But nevertheless, someone who has a score and two years of age under their belt should not be shooed out of libraries and be found reading a book on a Friday night.

So onto tonight. I actually did arise at a decent hour (pre-p.m.). So not really having any big agenda, I decided to finish a recording project for my old high school (yes, I stay in touch with my band directors, I told you I’m a dork). After that I went to the pool to swim. Oh, here’s a good story. So I’ve been practicing my flipturns which are worthy of an entire story of their own. But I’ve actually been improving and I had just kicked off from a really nice flipturn and I was giving myself a metaphorical pat on the back, when suddenly my moment of jubilation was interrupted by my right eye being flooded with that perfect blend of water and chlorine. So I had to swim with my eyes closed the rest of the way to the wall so that I could bail the water out of my goggles.

Which leads us up to now. Prior to coming to the main library at IU, which is open 24 hours, I committed an act which I detest. I ate dinner by myself. I personally feel like eating by ones self is one of the saddest things in the world. So now I’m sitting in the Herman B. Wells Main Library telling all of you how lame I am. But there are other people here, which makes me a little happier. Ok, I’m going. I’m going to check my e-mail one more time and go to bed. Take care, everyone and have a great rest of the weekend.