I wasn't going to post

I am in the computer lab, as normal. I am watching the coverage of a magic the gathering tournament. Some guy just came up to me and asked if I played, then followed with "we should play sometime." He said he knows a guy who's really serious about it, but that he himself had only gotten back into it since Innistrad (so about two years ago). I said I started just before that, but that I was pretty serious too. At this point I was pretty sure we were never going to play magic, and that I probably didn't want to anyway, so I mentioned that I played on the pro tour. It wasn't even a subtle mention. I just said, "yeah, I'm pretty serious. I played on the pro tour last summer." The conversation ended soon after. So I decided to start blogging after all, though I had deliberately not started because I felt like I didn't have anything to say.

Nothing really happened this week. I played handball until exhaustion yesterday, and I'm planning on doing so tomorrow, but that's all pretty standard at this point. So I wasn't going to write at all today. I've been writing a bit on my own time, though, waiting for something to emerge worth putting on here, or worth pursuing further. Nothing fruitful has emerged. It's mostly just bad emotional poetry, or journal-esque rambling.

My notes about things to write that I keep in my phone include a few brief topics.

I was in the bathroom today, in a stall I use with relative frequency, when I noticed the following:

Someone had started writing in all the little tile gaps with line phrases! Some of them: Chorus line, hotline, power line, hair line, dance line, perpendicular lines (written at an intersection on both crossing lines, of course). This guy is great. If the automatic flusher on the toilet didn't go off at seemingly random intervals, I'd go back every day to check for updates. But that thing is annoying.

I saw a car I liked while I was at a stoplight. I love pointy corvettes. That was a pretty blah inclusion, but hey.

I posted this picture on facebook with a funny caption. Something to the effect of: Papa Johns: Saving money whenever possible. I thought it was hilarious, but then nobody responded, liked it, etc, so I took it down after a couple hours. I almost never put things on facebook, so I was self-conscious and eventually decided it wasn't worth getting people's hopes up that I might respond or put things on there in the future. I still think it's funny though. The Vikings are terrible. This is like Papa Johns putting out an ad saying: 50% off your pizza when pigs fly. Or taking out an ad for a blank sheet of paper.

This is a huge stack of paper I took from the computer lab. Some idiot printed off hundreds and hundreds of pages of incorrectly-formatted stuff, so now I have tons of scratch paper. This is actually why I've been writing on my own more. I was sitting around thinking about how dissatisfied I was with how little I was doing, and I decided to write instead of whatever else. Nothing good resulted, but that's fine.

This is what I do when I get bored in class. I might go through all that paper, since I'm out of notebook covers.

I bought things today! I had leftover balance in my Paypal account because you can only transfer $500 at a time to your bank without a fee, so it felt like I was spending free money. And everyone likes free money! So I bought new handball shoes, which I need, and a laptop, which may or may not work, off eBay so I have something to take my finals on. Apparently a computer is required after all. And then it turns out I bought another laptop. Mostly by accident. So I guess if one doesn't work, hopefully the other will? Or hopefully I can use the parts from whatever doesn't work to patch something together? I have four sort-of-working laptops now, so there's no way I shouldn't have at least one working well enough to take a test on right? Yup, I'm a piece of work. So let's everyone cross our fingers and hope for the best!

I'm going to an organized workout session before handball tomorrow. It's called "body pump," and it's supposed to be pretty brutal. This powerlifter guy who plays handball told me I should go, and I agreed on the condition he would pick me up. I figure not biking in the cold is worth killing my body for an hour. Plus he said the instructor was attractive, so even if I injure myself, at least I'll be attended to by a pretty face. (I may have let him think this was my reason for attending. He's a bit more of a jock than I am.)

Thanks for reading!