Morning Studying

So it was the tuesday of a Midterm and my study buddy Jenny are going at it in Powell. I would try to write something funny here. But there isn't funny here. It's studying at its purest, books, shallow walls, fluorescent lights and Ipods.

On a side note, the library was packed, people wanting to study enough to sit right next to strangers. The unspoken arrangement is to skip chairs, but not today. There is a strong population with serious looks white knuckles and books. There is a 30% contingent that lounge on the couch in ways that guarantee future scholiosis. There is another 10% that fall asleep when stationary. They are draped over the couches, or other soft surfaces in the library. This shows the library is the perfect intertwining of two values.

Sleep and Learn.

The Pain of pictures

I just received my renewal for my driver's license. Luckily, God's grace hasn't let my road barbarism be known to the department of motor vehicles. A couple of crazy U turns, running a few red lights; I've got my share of un-ticketed favor. Still my valid license shows a funny boy looking to the right.

For the record, I am not look sneaky because I am planning to blow up the world. My
"friend" actually tried to take a picture of me while i was getting my photo snapped by the DMV. And trying to silence here i was muttering sharp commands when the DMV finally stole their shot. And of course, they didn't tell me my picture resembled a burglar with diamonds in his pockets making his get away.

It is strange to admit that I'm bad at smiling. It sounds like I don't know how to be happy. Out of all the things to fail at, taxes, math, speaking in pubic, interacting with women, i should hope that even the ugliest of this sapien race knows how to be happy.

I have many theories why smiling has taken a nasty turn. Most of them involve strange companions in High school, or awkward situations with parents. My leading guess is that when I am happy, thus I smile, and suddenly, that makes everyone not happy. As a result, I have tempered my smile from greedy-goblin to steal your guts to fake fast food mascot. I believe this an improvement. My only hope is that more years practicing "smiling" will one day leave me acceptably photogenic.

And then I won't have IDs that look like these

The benefits of interviews

Pens.
Mountains and Mountains and Mountains of Pens! The interviewer could be a dirty italian, or a high powered brainiac from secret government lab, but give me those pens!

Free fair pens are curious weapons. When i buy a box of ball points, half of them don't work, a quarter of them are like my sense of humor; they work when you don't need it and dry up when you do. The last quarter of pens have a future as spitball cannons, stints, or nervous chew toys. But not free pens. Their sizes and shapes range from chunky munitions, to short carrots. But man, do they work! the smoothness, and the darkness. It's unmatched!

As you can tell from the picture, I have had many Quests for work. This week alone, i have two more interviews. Ill be honest, I'm stressing quite a bit. Imagine a squirrel on top of your head pulling your ears back, riding me like a war beast. When an interview approaches, I can't help anticipating the awkwardness, the questions, and even the imaginary answers I am going to have. I picture the 20 mins like an old DVD, and comb it over and over and try to make adjustments.

Slow emo music plays. A frazzled young asian male wanders into a small round, rubs his chin several times, screws a smile to his face, and starts answering for the future. His hand slowly reaches for the free pens.....

Day 1: My two weeks

Two weeks? Three weeks? 1 day its all the same in the libary!

Three maple boards and a squeaky chair have been my home for the last three weeks. I like study stalls. Walls hug the space, blocking distractions. A bright light blazes at all time, blurring the difference between day and night. Also, an iPod; a defense for boredom, the numbing to the passing of time, and a sound barrier for wandering chatterboxes.

It is the library. My home away from home away from home. This last week I clocked 20 hours in the library reading equations, writing greek (not for the bible) and ticking the keys for a computer program.

I'm debating if I can continue at this pace. Pride wills me on to foolish endeavors, staying at the library till I smell, or reading till my eyes dry to prunes; it is late. Such is a life of a student, dedicating mind and energy into a system that promises wealth, cars, and comforts. But you have to ask yourself: after writing till your hand cramps, sitting till you have butt caluses, hunched over till you permenantly smell your knees, thinking so you can churn out math like corn from Iowa:

Do I remember how to have fun?

Shorts:

Sunday Bonus: Today's sermon was on words. Bad words. Very bad words. Ideas that imply bad words. Basically, a hot coal in the kisser is not that bad of an idea.

Sunday College Bonus: The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge. Wisdom. Much different than: the best plan for the next 10 years is the beginning of wisdom.

Till tomorrow