by B.J. on 9/28/2002 10:57:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

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[Title Added 12/16/03. I only re-touch posts to make them more readable, and this one used to be a good example of my writing that was just lost in fat paragraphs with the details straying from the points of each of those paragraphs]

First Adventure at UCSC (con 'Yell)

After succumbing to the super-tight-assed download only 1 gig a day rule, I heard my stomach growl.

So I called this Conan-look alike (minus the height, plus the weight !) named Daniel across the hall to go eat at some other dining hall called Crown. He looked for about a second at the orange paper which contained all the days and times of all the dining halls across school, and then. . .we were off. . .thru the little foresty (that is rooty) path towards the college, up some gigantic hill. Huffing and puffing (no, not that type of puffing), we finally made it to the dining hall, and couldn't believe it when I saw. . .

NOBODY THERE ! EMPTY ! Lights shut, NO FOOD !

We were the only losers staring at the empty dining hall, at which point, Daniel busts out the little orange paper, and says "Oh, that's right they're not open yet till 8." I only stare back at the Rising Sun flag of Japan on some banner as we make our descent down the bitchofahill.

To kill time, we head off to my room and watch a few vids. Crazy, sexy, cool. . .videos, ass --- Weird Al Yankovic, Willa Ford, and And 1 mix tapes. At the drop of 7:59 PM on my computer, I decide that it was the right time to hit the dining hall.

So back once again, towards the branchy trail up the bitchofahill, up the asphalt hill, and we see one long line for the adjacent cafe rather than the still-empty, still-dark, still-FOODLESS dining hall. Staring at the adjacent cafe, with a grumbling stomach, I asked myself, "Self, why the hell do you want to pay for food ?" Besides, one sign said 9. And it was only 1 hour away, but the hell with going down and coming back up.

So we settled in, waiting, and caught glimpse of the big screen TV in a nearby fireside lounge. Back to the Future was on. We took a seat in the back, and I carefully observed person by person: "Hmmm. . .these people seem old. . .they have long hair and beards, they must be graduate students. . .they must be the famous science geeks on the Crown/Merrill hill. . .those arms must've hugged a lot of trees. . .that gay Mexican guy is in my Etox class [Aquatic Toxicology]. . .would they survive a debate with geeks from MIT and be exposed as pretend geeks. . .that girl over there ain't too shabby to be kicking it with these weirdos . .people from India ARE taking over. . .that nerd has his arm around a girl. . .blah, etc."

Thru all those musings, I finally checked to see if the dining hall was open. Cerrado.

Another 15 minutes of Back to the Future, and Daniel and I walk out to stare at the darkness of the dining hall. We wonder aloud whether or not the cafe really is free because a lot of students (students are poor) seem to be eating at that cafe which charges about 7 bucks for a cheseburger. And sure enough, I look in, kids are using their IDs to get food.

So, that's how I wasted time today.

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