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Once upon a time there was a girl. We will call her... Sara. We'll call her Sara because that's what she told a lot of people in the AOL chats her real name was back in 8th grade or so. She was lying, of course, but we'll call her Sara anyway.
Sara went to a dorky university with a lot of dorky people. There she had dorky friends, but she enjoyed hiding certain dorky things from these people out of a sense of privacy and some embarrassment. It was hard to attend this dorky university, however, and not become dorkier, and thusly she did, building up a great list of dorky things she would not admit to most people she knew in real life. However, the percentage of dorkiness she let spill over into real life increased nearly every day thanks to certain bad influences who were not quite so shut in about their dorkiness, having come to grips with it long ago (mostly on account of dealing with it in large quantities for a longer amount of time).
One day, after a rather dorky conversation over lunch in which she was forced to admit to one of the dorkier of her endeavours, she was walking across campus with two friends, contemplating how they had already assumed that this was something she did, and had done for a long time, despite the fact that she had actually only been doing it since June. For some reason, this bothered her greatly, considering how much she prefered to believe they had wrong about her. This caused Sara to once again wonder if there was something strange about her that she never noticed, and if it would be the reason that more often than not the sort of people her more-distant friends would come to her with saying "they're just like you!" were creepy Dungeons and Dragons geeks that she was, frankly, terrified of. She spent most of the time ignoring the conversation, though it was only about the libraries, which she knew her opinions on anyway. The issue of the one library she had never been inside was brought up, and it was once again questioned briefly why she'd never been in there, and she assured them again that she was sure if people glared at her for making noise in the other libraries it'd be many times worse in that one, and the subject was dropped. The conversation was then quickly turned back to general geekiness and being in denial, and punctuated by a small conversation (mostly misunderstood) about a character being forced into being too heterosexual and destroying the ambiguity Sara had worked so hard at.
The next day, Sara left the most ridiculous midterm ever and actually remembered that there were some things she needed to sign up for, so she went over to another building and realized that she wasn't sure which paper she was supposed to sign. So she went to the dining commons, grabbed some food, and asked the great wise internet, then went back to the building. After signing up, she checked her cell phone for the time and discovered it was still fifteen minutes until the next bus, so she thought "Maybe I'll go over to the book store and get some Starbucks." She crossed the street, but quickly decided that an overpriced Frappuccino was not really what she wanted. So she started walking up the street and, as she reached the physics building, noticed that the construction that had been going on there all last year was finally finished. She was able to see through to the buildings behind it, which were actually rather pretty and shiny. Curiosity piqued, she wandered over to look at the new building, then realized she was actually right next to the fabled library she'd never been in out of fear of the Biology majors and their fierce need to study. Unable to come up with a better way to waste time and feeling sort of odd that she'd been attending this dorky university for three years and had not bothered to go into all the libraries, she entered.
Now, my friends... literary thinking would say that Sara's reason for entering this library had something to do with the onset of her dork-related identity crisis, non? A move towards acceptance of things? I will, however, maintain that this sort of symbolism is the result of perfectly legitimate boredom, and perhaps some confusion after taking a midterm that was about 25% questions that had nothing to do with the material. (Classical and 1950s music really has very little to do with the Greeks and their philosophy and science.) Not that I know this for sure, of course. I mean, Sara's just an acquaintance of mine. I might say that she went into Crerar today because of an identity crisis, too. But I'll believe her when she says it was just boredom. I mean, it is awful waiting for those buses.
You know... Crerar's a lot smaller than I thought it was. It's not nearly as comfortable as Harper, but at least there are fewer people in it than the Reg. I was being ninja-quiet, though, and they still looked at me like I was dangerous.
Sara went to a dorky university with a lot of dorky people. There she had dorky friends, but she enjoyed hiding certain dorky things from these people out of a sense of privacy and some embarrassment. It was hard to attend this dorky university, however, and not become dorkier, and thusly she did, building up a great list of dorky things she would not admit to most people she knew in real life. However, the percentage of dorkiness she let spill over into real life increased nearly every day thanks to certain bad influences who were not quite so shut in about their dorkiness, having come to grips with it long ago (mostly on account of dealing with it in large quantities for a longer amount of time).
One day, after a rather dorky conversation over lunch in which she was forced to admit to one of the dorkier of her endeavours, she was walking across campus with two friends, contemplating how they had already assumed that this was something she did, and had done for a long time, despite the fact that she had actually only been doing it since June. For some reason, this bothered her greatly, considering how much she prefered to believe they had wrong about her. This caused Sara to once again wonder if there was something strange about her that she never noticed, and if it would be the reason that more often than not the sort of people her more-distant friends would come to her with saying "they're just like you!" were creepy Dungeons and Dragons geeks that she was, frankly, terrified of. She spent most of the time ignoring the conversation, though it was only about the libraries, which she knew her opinions on anyway. The issue of the one library she had never been inside was brought up, and it was once again questioned briefly why she'd never been in there, and she assured them again that she was sure if people glared at her for making noise in the other libraries it'd be many times worse in that one, and the subject was dropped. The conversation was then quickly turned back to general geekiness and being in denial, and punctuated by a small conversation (mostly misunderstood) about a character being forced into being too heterosexual and destroying the ambiguity Sara had worked so hard at.
The next day, Sara left the most ridiculous midterm ever and actually remembered that there were some things she needed to sign up for, so she went over to another building and realized that she wasn't sure which paper she was supposed to sign. So she went to the dining commons, grabbed some food, and asked the great wise internet, then went back to the building. After signing up, she checked her cell phone for the time and discovered it was still fifteen minutes until the next bus, so she thought "Maybe I'll go over to the book store and get some Starbucks." She crossed the street, but quickly decided that an overpriced Frappuccino was not really what she wanted. So she started walking up the street and, as she reached the physics building, noticed that the construction that had been going on there all last year was finally finished. She was able to see through to the buildings behind it, which were actually rather pretty and shiny. Curiosity piqued, she wandered over to look at the new building, then realized she was actually right next to the fabled library she'd never been in out of fear of the Biology majors and their fierce need to study. Unable to come up with a better way to waste time and feeling sort of odd that she'd been attending this dorky university for three years and had not bothered to go into all the libraries, she entered.
Now, my friends... literary thinking would say that Sara's reason for entering this library had something to do with the onset of her dork-related identity crisis, non? A move towards acceptance of things? I will, however, maintain that this sort of symbolism is the result of perfectly legitimate boredom, and perhaps some confusion after taking a midterm that was about 25% questions that had nothing to do with the material. (Classical and 1950s music really has very little to do with the Greeks and their philosophy and science.) Not that I know this for sure, of course. I mean, Sara's just an acquaintance of mine. I might say that she went into Crerar today because of an identity crisis, too. But I'll believe her when she says it was just boredom. I mean, it is awful waiting for those buses.
You know... Crerar's a lot smaller than I thought it was. It's not nearly as comfortable as Harper, but at least there are fewer people in it than the Reg. I was being ninja-quiet, though, and they still looked at me like I was dangerous.
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that might explain why they looked at you like you were dangerous.
that, and you've got that bad-ass feeling about you.
bwahah.
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This is why I am a ninja.^_^Bad-ass, eh? I learn something new about myself every day. Hehe.
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man, i keep misspelling things tonight.
which is bad because i'm editing/writing my essay that was due three days ago.
hey, are you bored tonight?
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Could be that I'm bored and that's the reason I'm making random third-person entries tonight, yes. (-;
My French homework was way too easy, I'm lost!