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so yes. i'm pulling another all-nighter. not good for my sleeping pattern, but they're kind of exciting. there hasn't been any one else in the computer lab for about two hours now. this one older lady with lots of warts was in here with me. i was alone with her behind me for about two hours. I kept imagining she was going to get out a butcher knife and chase me through C-club. I almost wish something like that would've happened. It would've made for a good story. I thought about interviewing her for my story that's due at 11am, but thought she might hate my curiosity. I did notice that she printed out a bunch of articles on Judaism. I was printing out some story comments and gave her one of her articles,
"Is this yours?"
"Well...yes, thanks."
Oh, she's not so bad. Then I noticed she had about 500 other pages, and I only gave her the one. She probably thought it was funny that I only gave her the one page. Oh well. I glanced at her computer screen and it said, MIT Class of 1959 Roster. Hmmmm. This lady's really interesting. Either she's a member of the class of 1959 or she's looking up a long lost love from the class of 1959 or she's stalking someone from the class of 1959 or she has an affinity for the year 1959 or for MIT or...well, I could go on for days. Then she left. And I missed my chance on MIT 1959 Jewish article lovin' lady.
Then some punk dude came in to take her place and said:
"I thought I'd be the only idiot up at this hour."
I didn't hear him the first time.
"I said, I thought I'd be the only idiot up at this hour."
That dude just called me an idiot. He needs some sleep.
"No, there's me too." I didn't feel like flirting with the dude who called me an idiot. I may be an idiot, but he doesn't even know me. Unfair.
"Sorry to hear that," he said. Sorry to hear that I was still awake or that I'm an idiot? I over-analyze too much, this is a Butler boy for pete's sake! Who's the pete in pete's sake anyways? For Bill's sake...now that's a name I can stick to...like glue...alright, back to my homework...just thought this would get my juices wheels rockers toothpaste (what the hell?) moving! Ay, Caballo! allie:)
"Is this yours?"
"Well...yes, thanks."
Oh, she's not so bad. Then I noticed she had about 500 other pages, and I only gave her the one. She probably thought it was funny that I only gave her the one page. Oh well. I glanced at her computer screen and it said, MIT Class of 1959 Roster. Hmmmm. This lady's really interesting. Either she's a member of the class of 1959 or she's looking up a long lost love from the class of 1959 or she's stalking someone from the class of 1959 or she has an affinity for the year 1959 or for MIT or...well, I could go on for days. Then she left. And I missed my chance on MIT 1959 Jewish article lovin' lady.
Then some punk dude came in to take her place and said:
"I thought I'd be the only idiot up at this hour."
I didn't hear him the first time.
"I said, I thought I'd be the only idiot up at this hour."
That dude just called me an idiot. He needs some sleep.
"No, there's me too." I didn't feel like flirting with the dude who called me an idiot. I may be an idiot, but he doesn't even know me. Unfair.
"Sorry to hear that," he said. Sorry to hear that I was still awake or that I'm an idiot? I over-analyze too much, this is a Butler boy for pete's sake! Who's the pete in pete's sake anyways? For Bill's sake...now that's a name I can stick to...like glue...alright, back to my homework...just thought this would get my juices wheels rockers toothpaste (what the hell?) moving! Ay, Caballo! allie:)