When you're Schreck's bitch...

According to my timeslip, I clocked out at 1:47 am. I shall most likely clock in again around 7:45 am or so.

Me > Sleep

Insert Title Here (OR: I've come to the realization that sometimes, my life is better in sporadic thoughts.)

This Ashley character is becoming the new Maddie. And Maddie is becoming...hell, I have no idea.

As I listen to the fuzzy sounds of "Faust" by Gorillaz, I find...DADGUMMIT SONOFABITCH THAT PART ALWAYS GETS ME. Now I feel like I should be tripping on something.

I had random bits of songs stuck in my head all day. The chorus from "The Drowning" by The Decemberists ("Go to sleep now, little ugly...) happened to pop up whilst I catnapped in Nestor Hall. Yeah, a part of a part of a song. Then I started singing "Kodachrome" on my way to Spanish. And washing dishes made me sing..."American Pie"? Welcome to the strange musical mind of Ray.

Work sucks. The people don't. I may be a worthless peon, but at least we're all peons united. Peons United...sounds like a lousy Scottish football club, doesn't it? I swear to god I just thought of that off the top of my head.

My computer will soon be replaced. I think it's catching wind of my intents, and is plotting against me. I maintain that I am in fact mentally stable.

Another example of the sometimes mundane existence of kitchen life: one of the best parts of tonight (aside from scoring the last 3:10 To Yuma poster in the joint) was finding a pair of dressing-holder dealies - the name eludes me. Anyway, I got to put my barbecue sauce and honey mustard in them at grill station, and it was deemed good.

Jake in Natural Science is now one of my favorite people. He's one of those unabashedly, knowingly stupid teenage guys, and I'm rooting for him on his quest to get with Red Headed Girl. We speak in codes and nicknames. It makes an otherwise lousy class an altogether attendance-worthy affair. That and our extra long breaks.

In that spirit, I felt the urge to be just a smidge immature after I got home:

KRSUTT18: why is ur name stoogeontheloose?
StoogeontheLoose: just kind of chose it one day
KRSUTT18: gotcha
StoogeontheLoose: it had assonance
StoogeontheLoose: hehe, i said ass

Me thinks it stems from Darby's 69-0 win.

So my life is crazy good. Mostly crazy. I actually fell asleep in public. That just don't happen. Though, giving credit where credit is due, those Nestor Hall couches are just so darned comfy.

I bought "Breakfast Machine" on iTunes. You know...the Pee Wee Herman song. Yeah. The one that drives everyone nuts.

My vision is deciding to stop focusing a few times. This is not so much an optical problem as one of (lack of) rest. But, mom, I'm only 20 minutes into The Crane Wife!

And so it continues...

¡Viva La Weekend! (OR: You Are Coming To A Sad Realization)

If you've noticed a trend of me not really posting at all lately, it's because I'm not on this computer long enough to blog.

Anyway, it's almost 1:30 in the morning.

I got home an hour or so ago after closing the kitchen for the third day in a row. I spent, all in all, over a day in that kitchen over three days.

I have class in less than seven hours. This means being awake at 6:30 to get stuff done, like eating. And beating traffic.

Naturally, I should be asleep. Instead, I'm on the computer, blogging, and listening to The Prodigy on my new ghetto blaster headphones. They're amazing.

I'm relatively sure that this is borderline insomnia. And yet here I am.

Alas.

Something Short of Sanctuary (OR: Free Yo Mind)

Another Friday, another dead afternoon at Columbus State. The air flirted with ninety degrees - again. For some reason, autumn has been ignoring us - tragic.

Still, my rather sad excuse for an English class let out early, again, and this gave me another hour to kill. The downside of my eight-hour block of class three days is all that free time. I really have no idea what to do with all of it. I've already found my favorite spots. I have a particular bench I sit on when I need to do any writing. It's a long, high-backed bench that runs in front of Columbus Hall - sure, it's concrete, but it does the trick.

Anyway, I wasn't feeling all that pensive, and I wasn't particularly hungry. So what am I to do with an hour to spare and ADHD running rampant? Settle my mind the hell down.

There's a little spot of grass - well there was grass there before. At this point, it's covered in tiny leaves and dirt. Shitloads of the stuff. And most afternoons, it's littered with students like me, just sitting around, wasting (biding?) time. But today, it was me, a kid fiddling with his iPod, and a girl on a cell phone. Positioning myself as far away from our second friend, I laid down - granted, my bookbag isn't quite comfortable, but I wasn't aiming for comfort. I managed to do something I didn't even realize I needed to do:

I shut down the clutter. I watched the leaves fall and float to the ground, and just lost myself in the foliage shade. It was beautiful.

A chill spot in the heart of Columbus State. Who'd have thought?

I swear, I'll work on this entry eventually, because I have some cool stuff to say. But basically, I saw my former favorite work buddy, got paid to fool around for 45 minutes, saw penguins poop twice, closed up the kitchen twice, watched the Browns and Buckeyes win, pinch hit for SA's and served the food I cooked, got outgunned by an old woman on Riverside drive, and thoroughly enjoyed pretty much every second of what has been a marvelous weekend.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish my homework, and get to bed. I've gotta be up at 6:30, people.