So here I am. At Stanford. The Stanford, might I add. Not a cheap knockoff like ... Standford? I'm tired and my feeble attempts at humor are showing at the seams.
Seeing as how Stanford is so wild and lively with action after finals week, I've barely been able to find time to sit down and blog. If you couldn't tell... sarcasm. There are two people left in the hall as of today, one of which is my sister. The other is her friend, Ben "The Guitar Guy" Last-Name. My sister is in the midst of packing and so I sit on her bed with the monitor turned towards me at a ridiculous angle from its original position. But whatever. Wow, there are a lot of people still online. I need to take that Keirsey Temperament test again... or whatever the name was. I think that was it. That was it. I took it once before ... it was here, actually. My sister gave me the link. I didn't really care about it since I didn't know anything about it--for all I cared, it was just a test with seventy questions and vague answer choices. I took it once again a few weeks ago but never got the results, for some reason. Someone hook me up with the link. Speaking of links, I saw this crazy license plate number today: 4WAS666. I was in awe. Is this one of those average everyday license plates? It follows the pattern. Or could it be an intentional message? 4 was 666. Obviously, 4 denotes an individual, and 666 denotes the devil. Therefore, someone who goes by the codename "4" was the devil; emphasis on was. This means that the person no longer holds the title of devil, either by resignation or by getting fired. Should we be on the lookout for a new devil? Apparently, my sister was not quite as fascinated with this phenomenon as I was.
As I said, it's late. I also realized when I looked at the license plate that the word was is really weird. It's like ... Nas, only with a W.
I like long car rides. They give you ample opportunity to just reflect on the past and have subconscious thought, or, as the GSE English Test would put it, "unplugged thought." It's strange, though, cuz I can kinda relate to that article, only ... music doesn't hinder me from exploring my subconsciousness. Whatever that means. I just stare out the window and the music is background noise that I don't even notice most of the time. No, what hinders me is other people talking to me. I hate it when someone starts to talk to me abruptly while I'm having a really nice time thinking about the past and the potential future. I've heard the phrase "Oh, I'm sorry, were you having a deep and meaningful conversation with yourself?" so many times as if it were an absurd idea. The truth is, that may not be too far from the truth. Call it what you will, when I'm thinking, I find it slightly irritating to be interrupted, because I oftentimes lose sight of what I was thinking about and end up frustrating myself by trying to recall what I was thinking about. So if I look like I'm in a state of deep thought, try not to interrupt me unless you have a good reason. Seriously, people, it better be worth it.