Class was canceled on Thursday so here's a rundown of what my college tuition is paying for. I woke up at 1:30 in the afternoon to an angry alex mersmen questioning if I was just now waking up (I was) and complaining that I had gotten a whole night's more sleep than him. I then played guitar for an hour and did the, "should i shower or should i sit and play more guitar" game in my head. The guitar won out.
I figured I should get outside and let the sunlight see my skin so i ventured to downtown Naperville. I went to Barnes and Noble and read the new Alternative Press while sitting across from a homeless man who was either A) taking a nap or B) dying a painful death. I could think of worse places to die than one of those big, comfy couches in Barnes and Noble.
Reading is a roller coaster for me. Sometimes I get in grooves where all I do is read, but sometimes - normally after reading a bad book - I get in funks where I don't read at all. I'm in one of those funks after reading The Bell Jar so I knew I needed a book that could get me back. Some friends of mine had read Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman (wrote for Spin) so I went to the library and checked it out. The Naperville Library is INSANE. Nick looked up to see if they had The Departed and they had some 400 holds on 100 copies of the movie. With the amount of stuff they have at this library, they could afford to build a spaceship and send a different Napervillian to the moon everyday.
After the library I headed to Wallgreens for some soap. When I had to ask where it was, I realized soap is one of those awkward things in life that everyone (except the homeless guy at the Barnes and Noble, HA!) has an association with. I was looking around while waiting in line, with my soap, and I felt like I was getting some looks; but all of those people know how long it will be until they have to buy some soap. And boy are they dreading that day. The worst thing is that soap was the only thing I was buying so people are automatically assuming that I'm dirty and smelly while waiting in line. I could have thrown in a pack of magnum condoms then I would have been the cool kid, but instead I was just the lame guy who is buying soap on a Thursday afternoon.
I came back to my room and ate a Cage corn dog (closest thing to a steak at north central) and read some of my book. I went to dinner with Nick and Erik and we talked about Nick having the same eating habits as a 7 year old and how we would be mad at Katie Kring for dying because we wouldn't be able to watch the 2nd half of The Majestic on Wednesday (partially kidding).
We all went back to my room and watched The Office. I think Creed could have his own show and I'd watch it every week. Erik left to go play video games with some girl (I know right) and Nick and I watched Even Dwarfs Started Small. Mr. Puma showed my American Lit class this movie my senior year of high school and I remembered to buy it just last week. If you can read the description of that movie and at least not smirk to yourself, than I don't like your humor.
After laughing for a good 2 hours about little people in interesting situations we headed to the radio station to record a song about Parker. For those of you who aren't myspace friends with the Battle of the Bulge, here's the deal. My friend Kyle and I were song battling for about a week. Just something fun to do when you don't want to do homework. Parker somehow got word of this and decided to record his own rap song - with professional recording equipment - and then post it on the site. Of course he is going to show us up because A) we were recording with a camera B) we realize we're white suburban kids and can't rap and C) ok, yeah he's got talent. Nick suggested recording at the radio station to get Parker back and we started the process last night. The highlight of my night was having Sal Ochoa enter into studio and lay down a rap. We will hopefully have it done soon for the masses to hear.
Yeah, so that was my day. We're going to see Alex in Cabarat tonight and then off to an 11:25 showing of Reno 911! Miami. Should be a fun night. Tomorrow Mark, Justin, and Greg are coming up from ISU for their maiden voyage to NCC. I was going to make a joke about Mark's underage girlfriend here, but I stopped. Oh you know that line on the top of the shrimp? That’s feces.
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