It amazes me how seemingly insignificant occurences can have such a profound impact on one's pysche. I suppose after you've seen how truly unpredictable, frightening, and especially costly life can become, you begin to worry more. For instance, me and car fuel. For those who don't know, cars run on very old, decayed animals and plants. No, you don't have to stick them into some sort of massive industrial meatgrinder. They're converted into something called "oil" which is found throughout rich people's backgrounds everywhere. We call the version that is placed in cars "gas," not to be confused with the methane that is produced by cows in such an amount as to slightly contribute to global warming. This stuff contributes to it much more than cows.
So anyway, for those who don't know, I've had the unpleasant experience of running out of gas. Fortunately it was in the Burger King drive through and someone pushed me into a convenient parking spot where I then proceeded to wait for a parental unit to arrive and supply a bit more. Since then, I've had an irrational fear of running out of gas. It toys with my mind to the point that if my tank is even close to empty, I'll nervous and dread the thought of driving. Of course, this combined with the feeling that at any moment I'll spin out of control and slam into any sentient or non-sentient life-form around me really isn't good for my nerves. Now, you'd think this would encourage to fill up the tank more often. Instead, I let it reach almost empty practically every time, driving myself insane. Masochistic torture or just plain laziness? You decide.
It's the small things that can have the biggest effects, ya know? Well, I suppose big things can drive you crazy too. Such as being captured and tortured in a POW camp with no hope of a rescue in the next decade. Go figure.
On another, lighter note, I'm going to try to do a flashmob on Wednesday at 10:13AM outside the mini-auditorium. We'll shout "whoopwhoopwhoopwhoop" three times (in a Prof. Zoidberg from Futurama or possibly three stooges fashion) then walk away. For those unfamiliar with flashmobs, they're a fad that once ran rampant in large cities, but it's probably faded by now. What they consist of is sending out a mass email or something like it to a few hundred people who meet in a specific place, at a specific time, do a random action (such as quack like a duck thrice), then disperse as if nothing happened, not saying anything about it.
Will it work? I doubt it. Will anyone have the courage to try? I'll certainly try! Will we do it again? We'd better! It might be nice to have it varying, doing the noise at different times (like a round, or like a flock of whooping cranes), but that's a tad ambitious for the first attempt. Now, if done correctly, this will leave you with about 2.5minutes to get to class. I'd rather do it a bit sooner, myself, but the consensus was to do it at 10:13, so if you can't make it, it's perfectly understandable. Hopefully we'll modify the time, place, and activity and do it again sometime.
The important thing about flash mobs is for them to not have a point. You're not demonstrating, not saving the whales, not electing George Bush, not transporting your soul onto an alien space-ship in an Applewhitean attempt to achieve a utopia. It's just random. And yet, it's completely synchronized and exact. Kinda nifty, eh? I'm generally not one for modern art, but in this instance, I figure Why Not? It'll be something to look forward to. If I can't get a Spades/Board Game thing going, I may as well try something!
I suppose to use up a bit more time before my pizza is ready (oven-cooked, not delivery!), I can rant, ramble, and ~whoosh~ about two more things. One, is that for the second time in a row, I went to a destination downtown that I wasn't completely familiar with and made it back without getting lost (I had instructions, of course)! Now, for most of you this doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment. But given my tract record for driving and getting lost, this is a monumental event! A flood of relief surged through me once I reached familiar territory, like sneaking through an enemy camp undetected and reaching homebase. It's the little things.
And lastly, I may or may not go insane this weekend. Since I'm in the process of coming to terms with my already questionable existence, I may go into the depths of the unthinkable. Yes, that's right, I may start my research paper this weekend. I know, I know, I'm as shocked as you are. But if I get that bored and unproductive, I may not have any other choice. I need some sort of hobby... Anyone want to teach me how to play the accordion? Comment system went completely down, so it's being transfered to another service; it should be back up in a few days. So until next time, look at my profile for the current IM topic and see where things go! Use your imagination! Adios, for now.
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