The irony of what just happened to me is so thick I'm still scraping it off...

So I'm at the library, trying to study for my Physics test tomorrow. And I'm at the computers where I usually study/write papers. Except the computer that I always use...which I secretly consider my "lucky studying computer," is taken by some dude. So I log in at some other computer, and then after a while, the guy leaves, so I'm thinking to myself, "How do I get up and go to that computer without looking neurotic?" (Notice how neurotic people try so hard to not seem neurotic??) So I finally come up with the perfect idea: get up and go to the bathroom and then come back, and sit at the lucky computer.

So I do that, and the plan is working, until I try to log into the computer, and it freezes up. Ok, yeah, that's a little ironic, but I just brush it off and restart the computer, and try again. It still doesn't work. It says the login/password is wrong. I try it like, 6 more times. And by the end of it, I am doubting my sanity.

So anyways, I had to leave the computer and go wait for a computer that didn't need a login to become unused, and check what the hell was going on, and I couldn't even log onto the UTEXAS website, so finally I figured it was a system thing. Anyways, so after like, 15 minutes, I come back and...the lucky computer is taken...

Ok actually, it wasn't, and I am sitting at it right now writing this blog, but I just felt like I had to live up to the first sentence. I guess the irony was only of medium viscosity.



On life in general, I've been in a state of ennui for quite a while now, and I'm hoping going home this weekend and going to the Renaissance Festival with my family will jolt me out of it.

P.S. I wouldn't know what ennui meant either except that my short story teacher just defined it in class... : )

P.P.S I think I'm getting a mini Ipod for my b-day!