3 Children in a Fountain

As I settled into my library nook, feet perched on the windowsill and a full view of the water-less fountain, I observed a rare scene of children running and jumping into the blue-painted garden tub. I think they found an even greater joy sans the flowing water.

The first kid jumped into the fountain, the class clown, no doubt, and then his posse of muck-ups and other hyper-active kids followed suit. Soon enough, the teacher approached and found muse in this delightful scene of children jumping about in this water-less vessel. Chuckling to himself and probably imagining my same thought of had there actually been water in the fountain.

It wasn't until another teacher approached that the first instructor grudgingly called his following to ascend the nearby steps to another place on their agenda. The moment had passed.

Tomorrow, the children will not remember their triumph of splashing about in a water-less fountain. They will not remember this small victory. If they hadn't done this, it wouldn't have been detrimental or held them back in life. Either way, they won't tell their parents that it was the highlight of their day. They won't remember.  No, but I will.

And as I observed this happening, I listened to "Dash" by Snow Patrol. Oddly enough, I can't find the song anywhere else through my computer resources except that it is on my iPhone. Basically, the entire 3 minutes is the sound of children at a playground and distant chatter.

AND while I was searching for the song on youtube to link to this blog, I found this strange gem that sent me into unpleasant spouts of chortling laughter. The people on the quiet floor of the library hate me right now.

Coffee competition

I've discovered O'Henry's coffee competition, located a mere 3 yards away: Food Court Coffee. Now, it's nothing fancy, but it is a decent cup of Joe, maybe even Joseph-worthy.

Take that, overpriced and line time coffee.

12oz cost me $2.39, as opposed to the over $5.
Holla

Laundry Woes

Dear Samford,
I apologize for the stench that will soon follow me around in the next few weeks. I'm sorry that the two washers and dryers you provided just didn't cut it for us thousands of girls, many of whom do four loads at a time. Though I'm not quite sure why some do four, when we hardly even have enough time for two. I put my clothes in one, and my sheets in the other. Bam! No separation of the colors or fabrics. Keep it simple, people. Keep it efficient.

We need more. At least ONE more washer. The dryers are ginormous and can hold three loads at a time.

I'm hearing traces of last year's 2am washing endeavors. A nice book and a lawn chair to complete my stake out.

Here, before the door locks, I'm just going to slip a few things into your load...  I'll even do your load for you.  I just need some clean underwear.

Step Sing: breaking wind

Dear fellow step singers,
Please stop farting.

My gas mask hasn't arrived in the mail yet.

It's fine. I do it too. But not in an enclosed room for three hours straight.

Own it.

Blarney Monopoly

All I have to say is that I wish I were the one who invented "Kissing the Blarney Stone" to receive the Gift of the Gab.

What a monopoly Blarney Castle has, and what profits!

Would Americans pay money to kiss a stone in their own homeland? If the actual Plymouth Rock goes missing, don't look at me...

Greetings Suck: never again

Sit down next to someone you don't know in your new class:
Hi, I'm so-in-so. What's your name?
cool. What year are you?
cool. What's your major?
cool. And what do you want to do with that?
cool.

You never speak to them again unless introduced outside of class or at church, and then all of a sudden you have so much in common.


THE QUESTIONS WE REALLY WANT TO ASK:

..... And what is your definition of life?
What mantra do you live by?
Where do you see yourself in this pattern of life, or is it even a pattern to you?
What makes you tick?
What pisses you off?
What is the worst book you've ever read, and was it only because it didn't have a happy ending?
Which character were you?
Which character are you?
Would you consider yourself capable of staging a coup?

If only we would delve differently. Is it that I'm afraid, or is it that I know that you would be? Are we so complacent to not alarm people? And, AND why do people not accept this sincere gesture to celebrate in the feast of what I like to call actually-life-actualization.

Nice to meet you. Did you do the reading for today?
cool.