At least I don't have that constant knot in my gut like I've got to poop any more.
On a Friday night in Media House, most of the freshmen are already gone, their finals finished, and I'm watching the Stars struggle against the Flyers with a few of my remaining floor mates, most of whom will be gone for the holiday by Monday morning.
As I settle in to wait for my own flight home Wednesday, I'm beginning to rue my miserly ways that lead to me waiting so long to fly back to Seattle. Not that it wasn't a stroke of luck, otherwise I might be tapping this on my phone waist deep in rainwater. The drawback, though, is that it leaves me a lot of time to think.
Thoughts and I, you see, share a fickle and dangerous relationship. For example:
Why do they put lights in Christmas trees?
Think about it. Back in the days before electricity, they would have had to put candles in the trees. Even the introduction of electric tree lights didn't make the things less flammable. Who thought this up? How many trees did they burn down to do it?
Who came up with the idea of the single off-color wall?
This is something even my parents do, painting three walls a standard color, then painting one wall a completely different color? It has this weird 70s vibe, and while it doesn't look bad persay, I am seeing it everywhere.
I could go on and on about the random thoughts that cross my mind when I am left to sit and wait, but I have to consider that a potential employer may see this one day. So instead, I'll sit satisfied with a semester past, a job well done, and a family waiting in less than a week with my bed and my cat.