i go to wpi. it is a weird place sometimes. today illustrates that fact. i will present it to you in three vignettes.
- 0200: a bunch of frat guys file out the door, wearing their matching jackets, with the frat letters, and their names embroidered on them, etc. i say "wow! same jacket! what are the chances?". they glare at me.
- 1500: a kid is walking towards me from far away. i think he is carrying a foam sword and shield (ie for a LARP). as he comes closer i realize he is carrying an umbrella and a briefcase.
- 2200: a kid walks towards the door, picks a chunk of snow up off the ground, and starts hacking at it, in his hand, with a knife. i ask him what he's doing. "i've been doing knives since i was 8," he says. "you _do knives_?" i reply, "wow, that must really hurt".
