Major Wierdness

Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 1999 19:08

I am awakened up from a brief nap by the phone ringing. Whoever it was hangs up before I am able to get up and answer. So I look at the clock. 5:56. Great. Just in time to go watch Xena. So I throw on my shoes and venture out into the hall, to me immediately confronted by nasty and overwhelming smell of puke. As I head toward the stairs, it gets stronger. Bleah!

I nearly stumble over my own feet down the stairs, still bleary-eyed from sleep. As I near the first floor, the door to the lobby is open, I hear the sound of an older woman's voice talking to someone. Some visitor or something. But as I pass the lobby door by to go to the basement where the tv resides, the voice gets slightly louder, almost as if she's in the basement. I must be imagining things.

I stumble into the basement -- still not fully emerged from the depths of unconsciousness -- to discover that it is not my imagination. Whoever she is is talking to the dean. It's relatively unusual to see any non-student down here, so I'm a tad frizzled. But I continue to venture around the corners to the tv room. I can tell nobody else is watching anything before even entering visual range. There's no sound.

Upon entering the tv room, my brain nearly disbelieves what my eyes are feeding it. There is no tv. Where there was a tv there now a big hole in the wall. I guess there'll be no Xena tonight. I pause, look to see if anyone's in the laundry room, and turn back to venture up and out of the building to get some food a the chat.

The dean and woman are no where to be seen on my way out.

Once at the chat, I have a chocolate milk. I think that's the first time I've had a chocolate milk from the chat. The chat worker seems unusually jovial; but then, everything is abnormal. I order over-the-border fries -- a rather fatty dish -- not so much because I'm really in the mood for it, but because I can't think of anything else I want.

My food is prepared unusually quickly. I've barely had time to ingest my milk before my name is called. While eating, I ponder about the Jon Katz story about two geeks moving from Idaho to Chicago I read earlier today and muse about my own future.

I eat my greasy, cheesy, plastic-meat-covered fries relatively quickly and proceed to buy a Kool-AID -- another drink I don't usually prefer -- and wash it down while heading back to the dorm.

Outside, there's a rather heavy wind and the clouds are in a bizzare configuration. To the northwest, the sky is dark and stormy, but the sun is still managing to poke through. To the east, the sky is blue and clear. Bizzare.

Everything that's happened since waking up has just seemed surreal, out of the ordinary. One of those days when even the air seems abnormal. But it's not a dream. Definitely not a dream. Everything is too solid, to consistent, for that.

With these thoughts in mind, I proceed up the dorm stairs, through the stench, into my room. I put on my Creed cd, login, take a sip of Kool-AID, and begin to type into Random Ramblings with a head full of strange thoughts.