April 7th, 2005

I want to be one of these students here in the Cyber Cafe at school who are clink clinking on the keyboard writing out all they need to say, having their thoughts just pour out of them. I'm not like that, unfortunately. I play my stupid computer game because I can play it here and not at work. I can blog at work. I lost my game before hitting 500k so that was a waste of time.

News Editing was canceled. Dr. Clark said that might happen as an old colleage who used to work here was dying and they knew it was a matter of time. He died last Friday. Classes were canceled on Tuesday. I called to check. It was so strained to ask if there would be class, like I was looking to get out of class. I should have said, I have no problem w/ going to class. I'm trying to avoid an unnecessary trip. Sherry Stupp, the lady who works for the journalism department listened to me babble out my consolence speech, all the while I'm thinking she is thinking I don't care about the teacher they lost and I just want to get out of class. I didn't know him. I'm sad for the teachers who did and who will miss him but honestly I guess I am looking to see how his death affects me. That's the bottom line.

Since class was canceled I made my way here to the student center. I had lost $3 in the pop machine in the communication bldg. I didn't think they would give it back to me as I didn't have the exact dates. The machine is like a wishing well. You put your dollar in and you push the series of numbers that identify your selection and you pray, "Please fall, please fall" you root on the soda. Four times since the semester started I have lost a dollar. One day I saw the pop man and I told him, he gave me a free coke. Since I had the time, I came here to collect my money. Three bucks is three bucks.

There's a man in here whose cell phone rang. Instead of answering it by quietly murmuring a "hello", he answered it like he's in his kitchen with a girl in the livingroom waiting on him to bring in the beers. The phone so he answers halfway between the kitchen and the livingroom. He wants the girl to hear him, to know he's speaking to another girl. I have thought people over react when they complain about people on cell phones and I didn't understand that. But if they are going to be so loud about it...okay, I see their point.

I'm going to go back to the communication bldg. Later.