A Wednesday Morning Rant
The morning is rapidly going away (it's 11:00 already, which means in an hour it will be afternoon), so I had to hurry on in here to type this post. I suppose, as usual, that I don't have anything particularly pressing going on in my life, so this is ultimately an exercise in futility, but I'm going to stick it out to the bitter end. Today I sit on a bench in the entrance hall of the Russel Sage Laboratory building, which is sort of diagonally across from the J. Erik Jonsson Engineering Center, which is pretty much right next door to the Darrin Communications Center, which is right next door to the George M. Low Center for Industrial Innovation, which is just a short walk to the pedestrian bridge (probably my favorite part of the entire campus). Across from the bridge lie nearly endless possibilities, including the Mueller Center, Public Safety, the Rensselaer Union, and Freshman Hill (for some reason colleges designate hills for freshman housing...don't ask me why). I'm far away from all that fun, though, because in just 48 short minutes I have a wondrous computer science lab in which I will complete the assignment that I nearly finished last night and probably just goof around for a while.
A quick(ish) word about computer science: I used to hate it, but ever since I started gradually understanding C++ (for you computer illiterates and semi-literates, that's a programming language), I've grown rather fond of the class, if not the grading policies of the professor. It's all good, though, because he teaches the material well and is basically hilarious. I guess that's all I have to say about computer science right now, so it did, in fact, turn out to be a quick word.
Every day I inadvertently test my limits a little more in terms of getting to school on time. Today I left home at roughly 9:15 (a minute or two after, actually) and arrived at 9:38, just in time to catch the shuttle to campus and arrive at the DCC 8 minutes early for calculus. And, I might add, this included running into some hefty traffic on route 7 (for some reason everyone in New York State was taking 7 and getting on 787, and there was a massive, massive, huge line of cars, trucks, buses, and other such automobiles backed up for several hundred miles). So as it turns out, I am an on-time type person, especially for such important things as classes.
After staring off into space for a couple of minutes, I realized again that my life is completely boring, leaving me with very few things to mention other than the mundane realities of life such as going to school, doing work, and sustaining myself (to include eating, sleeping, etc.). Perhaps if I attempted extreme stunts every day and managed to survive against all odds I would have a more fun narrative of my experiences. Suppose I was a volcano jumper, for instance. I could find erupting volcanoes and attempt to jump over them on a bicycle or a motorized wheel chair. Motorized things are fun. One on occasion I got to drive one of those Mart Karts they have at Wal-Mart, and I would rank that among my top 25 favorite random experiences. The satisfaction you can take from sitting down in a battery operated chair-cart and scooting around the aisles is amazing. I hope I never become handicapped, though, because that would pretty much take the fun out of it completely.
I'm freaking hungry, which is ironic because my lunch is sitting about a foot to my left, occupying the very same bench on which I sit now. Why don' I eat it, you ask? That question, like many, many others that have been posed, is one of those universal mysteries that will never be answered until after we die and finally gain a real understanding of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not rushing death or anything (I'm rather enjoying my short stay here on earth). At any rate, I don't feel like getting into metaphysics now (or ever, for that matter), because I like to be more grounded in the concrete structures of reality than the abstract blobby shapes of...abstraction. That is, of course, until it comes to Art, at which point I like to be as blobby and abstract as possible. Weirdness makes Art cool, because it's allowed. If you're an Artist, you're pretty much a professional weirdo. What could be cooler than that? Only one thing: being an Artist who rides around Wal-Mart in a Mart Kart. That would be the ultimate life experience.
I seem to have lost sight of the tracks on which my train of thought should be moving, as you can see by the relatively random and jumpy nature of the subjects mentioned above. I think this means two things: I'm hungry, and computer science lab starts in 30 minutes. 30 BLOODY MINUTES! WHO HAS THAT KIND OF TIME?! I sure don't, but I really want to eat my dang lunch. I really, really do. Some day I will eat that blasted lunch, and I will enjoy it so much. I will especially enjoy the pack of six chocolate donuts that comes at the very end, the encore performance following the sensation of peanut butter and jelly. You know, with a few short exceptions, I have always taken peanut butter and jelly to school for lunch. Every so often I would throw in a week or two of turkey or perhapes "Fluffernutter," which I prefer to call peanut butter and Fluff (after all, we don't call PBJ "Jellernutter," because that just sounds stupid), or the very very occasional bought lunch consisting of pizza, but aside from that I have always, always come to school armed with a lunchbox (or bag, as is now the case) full of PBJ, some form of snack food (whether it be chips, fruit, or small candies) a napkin, and a drink (normally a canned soda but lately strawberry-kiwi Snapple). Someone could probably turn this into a psychological study or something and predict that one day I will be a world record holder in string rolling or something completely silly just because every day I eat the same thing. I think it's a positive indicator that I'm destined for greatness. Do you know what George Washington was eating as he crossed the Delaware River? That's right, peanut butter and jelly. And a lot of other food as well, apparently, but I don't really know the specific details. For now, just know this: leading experts say peanut butter and jelly makes babies smart (substitute "Mozart" for "peanut butter and jelly" and then name that movie).
Golly that paragraph was lengthy. I seem to be in a creative flow today, but sadly I have to break that flow for food and classes, but in just a few short hours I will be at home enjoying myself, slowly becoming inspired to turn into the coolest person ever, if I'm not already. And now, it's time for me to go. Just remember, kids: They float. They all float.
The End
A quick(ish) word about computer science: I used to hate it, but ever since I started gradually understanding C++ (for you computer illiterates and semi-literates, that's a programming language), I've grown rather fond of the class, if not the grading policies of the professor. It's all good, though, because he teaches the material well and is basically hilarious. I guess that's all I have to say about computer science right now, so it did, in fact, turn out to be a quick word.
Every day I inadvertently test my limits a little more in terms of getting to school on time. Today I left home at roughly 9:15 (a minute or two after, actually) and arrived at 9:38, just in time to catch the shuttle to campus and arrive at the DCC 8 minutes early for calculus. And, I might add, this included running into some hefty traffic on route 7 (for some reason everyone in New York State was taking 7 and getting on 787, and there was a massive, massive, huge line of cars, trucks, buses, and other such automobiles backed up for several hundred miles). So as it turns out, I am an on-time type person, especially for such important things as classes.
After staring off into space for a couple of minutes, I realized again that my life is completely boring, leaving me with very few things to mention other than the mundane realities of life such as going to school, doing work, and sustaining myself (to include eating, sleeping, etc.). Perhaps if I attempted extreme stunts every day and managed to survive against all odds I would have a more fun narrative of my experiences. Suppose I was a volcano jumper, for instance. I could find erupting volcanoes and attempt to jump over them on a bicycle or a motorized wheel chair. Motorized things are fun. One on occasion I got to drive one of those Mart Karts they have at Wal-Mart, and I would rank that among my top 25 favorite random experiences. The satisfaction you can take from sitting down in a battery operated chair-cart and scooting around the aisles is amazing. I hope I never become handicapped, though, because that would pretty much take the fun out of it completely.
I'm freaking hungry, which is ironic because my lunch is sitting about a foot to my left, occupying the very same bench on which I sit now. Why don' I eat it, you ask? That question, like many, many others that have been posed, is one of those universal mysteries that will never be answered until after we die and finally gain a real understanding of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not rushing death or anything (I'm rather enjoying my short stay here on earth). At any rate, I don't feel like getting into metaphysics now (or ever, for that matter), because I like to be more grounded in the concrete structures of reality than the abstract blobby shapes of...abstraction. That is, of course, until it comes to Art, at which point I like to be as blobby and abstract as possible. Weirdness makes Art cool, because it's allowed. If you're an Artist, you're pretty much a professional weirdo. What could be cooler than that? Only one thing: being an Artist who rides around Wal-Mart in a Mart Kart. That would be the ultimate life experience.
I seem to have lost sight of the tracks on which my train of thought should be moving, as you can see by the relatively random and jumpy nature of the subjects mentioned above. I think this means two things: I'm hungry, and computer science lab starts in 30 minutes. 30 BLOODY MINUTES! WHO HAS THAT KIND OF TIME?! I sure don't, but I really want to eat my dang lunch. I really, really do. Some day I will eat that blasted lunch, and I will enjoy it so much. I will especially enjoy the pack of six chocolate donuts that comes at the very end, the encore performance following the sensation of peanut butter and jelly. You know, with a few short exceptions, I have always taken peanut butter and jelly to school for lunch. Every so often I would throw in a week or two of turkey or perhapes "Fluffernutter," which I prefer to call peanut butter and Fluff (after all, we don't call PBJ "Jellernutter," because that just sounds stupid), or the very very occasional bought lunch consisting of pizza, but aside from that I have always, always come to school armed with a lunchbox (or bag, as is now the case) full of PBJ, some form of snack food (whether it be chips, fruit, or small candies) a napkin, and a drink (normally a canned soda but lately strawberry-kiwi Snapple). Someone could probably turn this into a psychological study or something and predict that one day I will be a world record holder in string rolling or something completely silly just because every day I eat the same thing. I think it's a positive indicator that I'm destined for greatness. Do you know what George Washington was eating as he crossed the Delaware River? That's right, peanut butter and jelly. And a lot of other food as well, apparently, but I don't really know the specific details. For now, just know this: leading experts say peanut butter and jelly makes babies smart (substitute "Mozart" for "peanut butter and jelly" and then name that movie).
Golly that paragraph was lengthy. I seem to be in a creative flow today, but sadly I have to break that flow for food and classes, but in just a few short hours I will be at home enjoying myself, slowly becoming inspired to turn into the coolest person ever, if I'm not already. And now, it's time for me to go. Just remember, kids: They float. They all float.
The End
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