Help me find a parking place.
After all the personal stories of the past few days, isn't it time for some nice, refreshing, random thoughts? (Read: Today was boring.)
Let me start by saying this: Parking on campus is a bear. It didn't use to be. The dorm I was living in freshmen year was apparently blessed with a plethora of nearby parking spaces. The dorm I currently live in, however, has a truly anemic allotment of spaces. Consequently, I often have to park on the street a few blocks away from campus during the week. Today I had a few errands to run that brought me by my parking spot. Feeling lucky, I suppose, I decided to take the car and search for greener pastures. I was initially optimistic, perhaps due to my terrible luck in finding a spot in the past (you know, because I was obviously due to find one), but as I weaved between the rows of cars, I was unable to find a single vacant space. I even watched people come out of the dorm and walk through the parking lot, only to find that they were walking somewhere off-campus or their cars were off-campus as mine had been.
So, after about ten minutes (or at least what seemed like) of searching, I decided to go find a spot on a nearby street. Well, as luck would have it, it was on the same street that I was before. Even more amazing, it was the exact same spot. Kid you not. Personally, I think that was the worst possible scenario. If I had found a spot off-campus that was somewhat closer, then my efforts would not totally have been in vain. If, however, I had to park even further away than before, why then this was but a lesson to teach me contentment. Instead, I got the same stupid spot as I did before. Nothing gained, nothing lost. I couldn't even justifiably give the situation some sort of a moral. After all, I did at least get the spot back, might as well try again, eh?
A second thought.
After having re-parked my car in the same spot, I came across a dog that was chained up in a yard. The poor dog had just about the saddest expression on its face. I first found out how far that chain stretched, and then decided to pet him for a few seconds. My instinct, though, was to unchain him and throw him a frisbee or something. At the very least just wrestle with him a bit.
Then I came across a stray cat. It was looking somewhat emaciated, and had no collar, so I was assuming it was a stray. My instinct, though, was not to pet it or give it food. No, instead I felt the desire to run at it making a hissing noise. Anything to give it a good scare.
Why I had these instincts, I have no idea. What I am now able to say with confidence, though, is that I am a dog person. No question about it.
Just thought you'd like to know.
Thought for the Day
Have you heard of that stuff (I won't dignify it by calling it cologne) called Axe? Well apparently there is some sort of effect associated with its use, and one of the guys in my hall discovered it.
You too, can enjoy the "Axe Effect" by simply spraying a decent portion of the cologne in your hand and then lighting it on fire. It will burn blue and can be extinguished before your hand is injured. Logic dictates, however, that the same effect would occur no matter where you spray the stuff on your body. Therefore, use caution when going for the "Axe Effect" and try not to use it on parts of your body that you, um, might need later.
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