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When you leave a comment, it leaves a time and a date. That comment was for a certain time and date, a point that will never come again. You won't see that opportunity arise ever again. Don't turn back. Not here, of all places. Not on some punk student's blog. Of all the places to let go, let it be here. Say something honest.


Don't let the future put out the past.

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A thing occurred the other day...

So... I'm waiting for class, minding my own business, just reading some flyers posted on a bulletin board outside my class. Actually, I was reading a pretty ridiculous one about starting a quiet violent revolution or some shit like that.

Anyways, I'm standing there, and this girl walks by, and says "Hi."

So, I turn to see who it is, and it's a stranger, someone I've never met before. So, reactively, and even if I thought about it, I'd probably still do this; but I give her a confused look.

So she says "I just wanted to say hi."

So, there's lots to go from here. Wanting to say hi... That's, an interesting phrase. And the more I think about it, the more I feel the same. Don't you ever just want to say hi to people? Everyone who walks by, just wish them a good afternoon or whatever?

*Side Story*

One day, I was in the brown lounge, and I had a box of crackers. It was a busy day, and lots of my friends were coming by, so I would offer them a cracker. The few friends that stook around started making fun of me for this. But this only spurred me on, and I started offering crackers to strangers. Not quite the same as wishing someone a good afternoon, but good enough.

Anyways... So, I reply with a casual "Hey. How's it going?"

So we get to talking, and apparently she's had a bad day, and that really brightened things up. I got her name and added her as a friend on facebook, cause, "That's what all the kids do these days, right?" Her words, not mine.

So why do I agree to this? It reminds me of myself. Or, an older me I suppose. In first year, I was sitting in this brown lounge, and a pretty blonde girl was eating a bag of chips. I asked her, "Would you give me a chip?" And she looked a little confused "Uh... Ok..." And I laugh and shake my head "No thanks. I just wanted to know if you'd give me one. I don't actually want one." And she was SO confused. Almost frustrated! She asked me, "What is this, some kind of experiment? You're a psych major aren't you?!"

Am I that predictable? Haha!! I laughed and replied that "I was just curious, that's all." Anyways, that girl's name was Ursina. Great gal, we actually were in the same Calculus class together. Good times. We still talk, but don't hang out as much as we should. She's a bio major, maybe going to Russia for grad school.

Anyways, this stranger that said hi to me the other day, reminded me of myself. A self that wasn't afraid to be, different. Just kinda goof and foolish and weird. But I mean, really, where else but Nipissing can you have that sort of uniqueness? At a bigger school in Toronto or the like, everything is jam packed with people and stuff taking up your time, it's just... Would you really have time to be an individual? Perhaps in a private sense, but, standing out can be counter productive. I don't get much work done when I'm talking to people passing by. I don't know... Something to chew on I suppose.

Bad Habits: Eating off the floor II

So yeah, I'm at McDonald's today with my friend Melissa, getting some grease in me to help cure a hangover (I think that's a myth). Anyways, there is this family sitting across from us. And this lady drops one of her french fries. She bends over to pick it up, and her hand is almost there, then she stops, and shakes her head, and then goes back to her meal. Now... I don't know if it was a reaction to eat the fry, or if it was a reaction just to clean up, but it was there, and it was cool.

I'm a dork.

Bad Habits: Eating off the floor

So... I Live at home, and am very fortunate to do so. My mother, like myself (nature-nurture debate anyone?), is a bit of a clean freak. So, we keep our house in good working order. Clean the shower regularly, do dishes right after dinner, and vacuum. Clean floors is very important in my home. It's nice to be able to walk around and not step on things. More importantly, it allows for fair use of the "Five Second Rule". You know, when you drop food on the floor, and it is still good for five seconds? I'm sure if I looked real hard I could find some studies that tell me that even on a regularly vacuumed and washed floor, five seconds is still too long. Regardless, I still eat the food I drop at home. I'm a messy eater too, so if I didn't practice this habit, I'd probably go hungry; not to mention it would dirty up my floor (see the cycle?).

Anyways... I'm walking through the halls of the university, just outside the neuroscience lab, and there's a french fry on the ground. Instinctively, I stopped, and bent my knees in anticipation of going down and fetching that fry up, saving it from the disgrace of not being eaten. Thank goodness I stopped myself. This is no knock on the custodial staff here, as they do good work, but the amount of traffic they have to deal with doesn't allow for them to keep the floors here safe for eating.

But could you imagine? Actually seeing someone do this? Eating something off of the floor, in public?! I'm damn near tempted to make it happen, cause that french fry looked damn tasty... It even had cheese on it! At least, I think it was cheese. It could've been dirt, or even squished potato cause someone stepped on it.

That's another thing... Who steps on a perfectly good french fry? What if someone really and truly wanted to eat it? Think of the joy and nutritional value that they essentially stole from some potentially needy individual... Ok, that might be a bit extreme. Hehehe...

As clean as I try to keep my environment, eating things off the floor has backfired. Sometimes, I bring chicken sandwiches into the lab and eat there (we're not supposed to eat in the lab), and one time I dropped a piece on the ground, and it was too big and tasty looking to leave behind. So... I ate it. I haven't felt the adverse effects physically, but I was ridiculed socially by my co-workers. I like barbequed chicken more than my co-workers though.

This other time, I was at home, eating clod-hoppers. Chocolate ones. Man, they were tasty. Anyways, I dropped on the floor, and it sorta tumbled away from me, out of sight. Not to let it go to waste, I go scrounging for it. I pick up what I thought was a clod-hopper. It looked like a clod-hopper, it even felt like clod-hopper, but brother, it ...

So, a little side note here... I wanted to say "but brother, it ain't no clod-hopper". But grammatically, that'd be incorrect. I need the past tense version of ain't. What the hell is that?! Weren't? Wasn't (too formal)? Wain't? Twas not (WAY too formal)? My friend just suggested "i'nt". ... My friend is an idiot. I think I'll go with weren't.

... but brother, it weren't no clod-hopper (yeah, that sounds right)!! It had this weird granule texture, almost like coffee grinds... It just wasn't pleasant.

Anyways, here's a link to an article by the Washington Post on the "Five Second Rule". There's lots of other blogs that come up if you google it too.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/07/07/AR2007070701294_pf.html