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Dec. 4th, 2001 06:13 pmOn Tuesdays, I have something of a routine. I mention this because it is remarkable; I never have a routine. In the evenings, I vary the order in which I brush my teeth, wash my face, and take my vitamins; I do not floss my teeth in a special order, and I don't take to bed at a particular time. Weekends may find me anywhere, and sometimes even at home. Thus, the fact that I have a Tuesday routine is completely at odds with my normal demeanor, despite the fact that I periodically skip fortnights. This is, of course, why I do it.
From 3:30-4:30 pm, I recline in the financial aid computing lab. I do not receive financial aid, nor to I intend to apply for it, but it's the most laid back lab and I'm there so often that all of the staff members know me by name. Because of my cavalier attitude and disdain for paper jams, it is widely assumed that I work there. During this hour, I enjoy the company of the Internet and smile politely as the wiccan chick with the eyebrow ring discusses her attraction to Asian men. A set piece, Uncle Rex would say, the comedy bit you love because you already know the punchline.
After that, I spend at least an hour and a half at a hole-in-the-wall cantina, eating chips and guacamole and drinking ice water. The waitress is very fond of me because I add to the ambience and don't make much noise; I sit in a tall booth and cover the table with Macroeconomics papers. Sometimes, I'll order something else, out of a sense of magnaminity, but really I'm there for the corn chips. They master their genre in a manner reminiscent of the cornfritters at Nick's that were lauded way back in journal entry #3. Nopales, the cantina is called, or No Pal Es, which Val says doesn't mean anything. It's just No Palace.
Outside is a laundromat, and I stand there for several minutes just to breathe the fabric softener.
Afterward, I take a walk around the campus, knees unjointed in a leisurely way. I particularly enjoy it when there are acorns on the ground; I feel this gives a certain authoritativeness to my walking.
Routines are good sorts of things to have, I suppose, particularly if one is not committed to following them.
[Edit: I believe nopales are a type of cactus.]
current season of my discontent: early autumn. cloudy; cool and humid, with mild winds from the southwest.
From 3:30-4:30 pm, I recline in the financial aid computing lab. I do not receive financial aid, nor to I intend to apply for it, but it's the most laid back lab and I'm there so often that all of the staff members know me by name. Because of my cavalier attitude and disdain for paper jams, it is widely assumed that I work there. During this hour, I enjoy the company of the Internet and smile politely as the wiccan chick with the eyebrow ring discusses her attraction to Asian men. A set piece, Uncle Rex would say, the comedy bit you love because you already know the punchline.
After that, I spend at least an hour and a half at a hole-in-the-wall cantina, eating chips and guacamole and drinking ice water. The waitress is very fond of me because I add to the ambience and don't make much noise; I sit in a tall booth and cover the table with Macroeconomics papers. Sometimes, I'll order something else, out of a sense of magnaminity, but really I'm there for the corn chips. They master their genre in a manner reminiscent of the cornfritters at Nick's that were lauded way back in journal entry #3. Nopales, the cantina is called, or No Pal Es, which Val says doesn't mean anything. It's just No Palace.
Outside is a laundromat, and I stand there for several minutes just to breathe the fabric softener.
Afterward, I take a walk around the campus, knees unjointed in a leisurely way. I particularly enjoy it when there are acorns on the ground; I feel this gives a certain authoritativeness to my walking.
Routines are good sorts of things to have, I suppose, particularly if one is not committed to following them.
[Edit: I believe nopales are a type of cactus.]
current season of my discontent: early autumn. cloudy; cool and humid, with mild winds from the southwest.
