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love those jeans As a welcome contrast to yesterday, today was packed with activity. From eight in the morning to eight at night I was on the go with a brief stop at my house for some food and a half hour power nap. ... I had yet to come up with a solid topic for my research paper and needed to get to the university library for some ideas. Trying to think of one at home wasn't working, so I needed to go somewhere where the odds would be more in my favor. This meant that I got to experience morning rush hour traffic for the first time in months and quite honestly I don't need to see it again any time soon. Oh, people often say that working third shift must be hard, but for me it is so much better than a standard nine to five schedule and the absence of traffic would be one of those advantages. ... The library was fairly empty at that time in the morning as I expected it to be. No doubt whoever was awake on campus was probably in class and that was fine with me. I didn't have to fight for a computer in the library. In fact I had a choice of computers, which also worked to my advantage. For some reason I tend to get distracted when there are other people too close to me tapping away on their keyboards. I only had about an hour and half to come up with a small paragraph proposal and I needed to concentrate. The only downside to getting to the campus that early was that I had to play tag with the parking enforcement crew. Generally speaking the rules of the game are simple. The closer you park to the campus the higher the likelihood of getting a ticket. Yes, there are metered spots right next to the buildings, but I refuse to use them. I'd rather park for free on a side street with a two hour parking limit. Usually this works out well for me since class is only an hour and fifteen minutes so even including walking time to and from class, I do just fine. Sadly that wasn't the case this morning. I had to move my car before I went to class otherwise that two hour limit would have expired. It almost felt as though I were going home before I even went to class. ... Amanda was sitting outside the classroom as I rounded the final corner. I smiled at her and sat down in the next window well. She's fallen into the attractive, but not too bright and too young category. Less than five minutes later her blonde sidekick appeared and started chatting with her. Here is a sample of their intellectual discourse: Blonde sidekick: Express?
Blah. Blah. Blah. Blonde sidekick: I didn't get home until two thirty in the morning. It's my birthday today and they wanted me to go out at midnight and I wasn't going to argue with four guys.
They continued with this line of conversation as they walked into class while I lingered outside for a few more minutes watching people come and go down below. As I was drifting away not really thinking, Miss Flax rounded the corner looking sharp in red and gray. We said hello to one another and I followed her into the room. Somehow that simple hello sounded more intelligent than what Amanda and her sidekick had been droning on about for the last few minutes. I suppose that the two of them were simply engaging in what people like to call girl talk, but in some ways it made them sound as though they were twelve or even worse shallow. ... After class I made a quick stop at the public library for some other material for my paper and to pick up some new audio books. About twenty minutes later, I walked out with two very different choices. One was a reading of Herman Melville's Billy Budd and the second one was Elaina Erika Davis reading Memoirs of a Geisha. ... What I thought was going to be day three with no sun ended in the afternoon. Suddenly the sun was there and I was still awake to enjoy it.
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