Ding dong the witch is dead (or, do you ever think about the universe?)

And by witch I mean final exam week. Im done!! And what better way to celebrate than by writing me very first blog?! The answer is there is no better way!! So right now I could be saying "so this is my first blog...I dont really know what to do...any suggestions?" like so many people before me, but I feel well acquainted with the wonderful world of blogging, so Im just gonna get right into the good stuff. Well, as good of stuff as someone with a life as flavorful as a rice cake can possibly talk about.

Well, yesterday was definately a not-so-good day. After getting a whole-2 hours of sleep (impressive eh ames?), I went to school (aka house of pain) two write a lovely physiology midterm. Now this was one mother of an exam. Very, very bad. And after, I couldnt even take a minute to sob silently in the bathroom, cuz I had to head straight to the library and cram for my psych final that was about to commence in a mere three hours, and seeing as how barely looked at the material, I had quite a lot of cramming to do. Well, the psych exam came and went (not too great, but not significantly horrible I dont think), and as I was walking out I thought id give lauren (aka Speedy McFastpants who left early) a call and see what she thought of the good ol exam. So Im talkin to her as I walk to SUB, where she just happens to be, and i notice that she's feeling especially talkative, which was a little odd, since our cell convos are usually pretty short, especially if Im about to see her in 3 minutes, and we actually end up talking my whole walk to SUB.

Now this is where the horrible day becomes significantly less horrible, because as I walk towards the couch where lauren is sitting, I see that she's not alone. At the adjacent couch sits an older man, Im guessing late 20s to early 30s, pretty nerdy looking, with the short mousy brown hair and a generally awkward look about him. I come up to lauren, greet her with a generic "hey", put down my bag, and to my astonishment, the man speaks to me.

"So do you ever think about what the universe is made of?". Im a bit taken aback. First of all, you're old and I dont know you, and second of all...what?? I look at lauren and she just stares back at me with an expression that can be pretty much summed up in two words "save me". Suddenly, the lengthy telephone convo starts to make a bit more sense.

"Um, not really" is my reply. Who is this psycho?
"So you dont think much about the universe or space or what constitutes it or anything like that?"
"Not particularly no." What is he on??
"Do you know anyone who does?"
"Um, I cant really think of anyone." Shut up already you big, big loser.
"Well you know one person who does." He glances over at lauren.
Oh lauren, what did you get yourself into?
So I sit, and lauren has her laptop out (sorry I mean franklin) and as this creepy guy continues to talk about the universe I take a look at the open word document on franklin and see lauren has typed something. "This guy is f*$&%in nuts". Lauren has a potty mouth now. But I concur.

So Im sitting now, two friends sitting together, and you would think, any guy with any knowledge of social situations whatsoever would shut up, thank lauren for the retarded conversation she had with him while she sat alone, and leave, now that shes not alone. But this guy was really something else. He must have been from a planet in his precious "universe" that didnt have any social boundaries, because for some reason I could not comprehend, he would just not stop talking, even though to any normal preson it would be crystal clear that we. are. not. interested. He keeps going on about what classes lauren is taking and if she discussed the universe in those classes ( I think he got that I had no viewpoint that i was willing to share so he left me alone...thank god), and as he rambles on, lauren writes little messages about how this guy seeked her out and was talking to her the whole time, and how scary he is and how she's worried he was gonna steal her, and Im trying to do everything humanly possible to stop from bursting out laughing while lauren with an impressively straight face humors the psycho.

note on franklin "create a diverson".

"Oh lauren we should go our ride is here" I say very unconvincingly since i have this massive smile on my face, but it works, and we get up to leave.

And the guy is still talking.

To lauren: "so would you say that have more guy friends or girl friends? Because Ive noticed that more guys talk about this kinda stuff than girls...would you consider yourself a tomboy?" she responds hurridly.

We're putting on our coats now.

To me: "so would you consider yourself a tomboy?" You do not get the message do you? Have you ever had any human contact before? For the love of all that holy, STOP TALKING.
"Well Im not particularly girly, but I dont know if Im a tomboy"
"So you're feminine, but strong" he says with a little punch for emphasis.
Did this guy actually say that? Did those words actually come out of his mouth? Did he actually just make that gesture? I cant contain myself.
"yes, i guess I am." I say trying to contain a giggle but i cant, so my voice comes out all shaky.

Finally we leave. Ive gotta say, having lauren as a friend is really entertaining. This kinda stuff just doesnt happen to anyone else, and i was oh so glad i was there to witness it all. I definately needed that little cheer-up in the midst of all the madness. Or was that the epitome of the madness? Hard to say. All I can say is this...."what do YOU think the universe is made of?" I know a guy who would just love to hear your thoughts about it.

Now Im gonna go pass out for many hours.