I’m sitting up here in the computer lab at school.. we recently got a
connection though maf here. Makes browsing the web neato. Especially when I
STILL don’t have netscape at home… I was up here chatting with Gandalf and
Lorax and some other wizards earlier. Rivendel is such a cool place…

Anyway, I just came back from the library where I watched a video about
African religions that i missed while I was out of town and couldn’t attend
world religions class. I also was trying to read John Locke’s first treatise
on government because I asked Dr. Schaefer a question in class today and he
told me to go find out. But the people nearby in the library were making
weird noises, and I really didn’t feel like finding out what was going on, so
I left. But I had to check out John Locke first. That’s when I noticed who
was manning the front desk.

A couple of weeks ago, I was walking back from the dorms or the cafeteria for
some reason, I’m not really sure why, when I saw him running toward me. It
was the freak. I think his name is Larry. He’s the guy who asked me for a
cigarette that time and then insisted I smoked later on. That’s when I
discovered I had a double on campus. Anyway, he was hauling butt for some
reason, so I smiled as he swept past me. That’s when he said, “Hey,
gorgeous,” and ran right by. I dunno. That was one of the last things I was
expecting him to say.

Anyway, he was there at the library counter. I could see him from the table
where I was filling out a card to check my book out. I dunno why we still do
the card thing. It would be much more efficient to have a scanner for the
books. Instead we have to fill out a card for each book we check out, writing
down the library of congress number, the ascension number, title, author, and
our name, social security number, and phone number. I thought for a second
before I filled out the box entitled “name”. Finally, making a decision, I
penciled in “Brenner, J.” Then I walked up to the desk, planted the book and
card on top of it, and waited for the freak to look up. He did, his eyes
betraying a glimmer of recognition. “Hi,” he said quietly as if he hadn’t
seen a friend for a long time, “How are you?”

“Fine,” I possibly smiled slightly.

He eventually grasped the meaning of my visit by looking down at my hand on
the book. I slid it toward him. He picked it up and looked at the card.
“What’s the J for?” he asked slowly. I stared at his multiple earrings and
lone eyebrow ring above his left eye offsetting his acne scarred face..

I’ll finish this later..