Shuffle be trippin'

The most bizarre choices, such as the Original Broadway Cast of Chicago's rendition of the song where Roxie Hart talks about her boobs, and then Christina Aguilera's song Soar (although this is at least statistically likely because I inexplicably have quadruples of Christina Aguilera's CD Stripped) which is coincidentally the same word as the one that describes my freshman orientation. Then some song by Deep Purple which I forgot I possessed. Then Speechwriters LLC, then Enya. Shuffle be in a weird mood today.

But I think I've discovered that I like Enya.

I've been thinking a lot about my day-to-day routine lately and how it subtly reveals who I am. Friday morning (yesterday morning but it feels like it was a week ago because my Fridays are much longer than any other day of the week and then I woke up early today and went to work and took an abnormally long nap in the afternoon), I went to WSUM and then French class.

WSUM is the student-run radio station that I will hopefully soon have a show on. I realize this makes me sound cooler or less cool than I am; disregard this because the following dilemma shall clarify.

WSUM has this door that only lets authorized people come in with the use of their Student ID which has a magnetic strip which is activated by whoever decides you're good enough to have a show once you've completed your training. No one was around to let me in when I got there 20 minutes late for my appointment to play with the mixing boards so I sat outside the doors doing my french homework and jerking up whenever anyone walked by hoping to sneak in behind someone. Finally when my time was supposed to over, I got let in by two guys who were actually not creeped out that I followed them in and ran into Anthony, Scott's roommate who likes the movie the Big Lebowski which I have never seen but Becca thinks is overrated. I was pleased that he remembered my name because I think he's met me only a couple times. People have problems remembering my name. I've learned to be understanding about it because I'm really bad at remembering names unless they are accompanied by a last name or are super distinctive like Chadwick or Archibald. But it tends to take people longer to memorize my name than it takes me to memorize theirs.

Since I had forgotten to bring my laptop and feared that I would miss my chance to enter if I left to get it from my dorm, I played music off of YouTube the whole time I was there. I did a voice break between every song that went like "That was the very hot Albert Hammond Jr. and his great song "In Transit. Now I'm going to play you something else that's also amazing.... Or not. Wait a sec, sorry there are technical difficulties because I don't know how to use an eighth inch cable to connect to my iPod. Oh well. Here's something new by Vampire Weekend. I just found out there's a bad word in Oxford Comma."

I was finally getting really into it when I realized I was getting late to my french class. But since I had just played with the boards, I felt like I was really hip so I ran downstairs and got a White Zombie (it's this coffee that's weirdly white because the grounds have not yet browned and it's highly caffeinated) before I left for class, but the girl at the counter added the Vanilla in the wrong order so it wasn't as good as it could've been. Because I was also feeling very curious and inquisitive, I took a different route to my class, through a garden and then through a construction site. It took about 5 minutes longer than necessary and I got to class five minutes early nonetheless thanks to hipster speed-walking during which I spilled coffee on myself but was still in a very good mood thanks to my iPod which gives me rose colored lenses and makes me smile at strangers.

Walking through the construction site and then walking among the ancient buildings on campus makes me feel strangely poetic. They have this old school charm that is not had by Chadbourne which is flanked by uglier looking buildings made in the fatalistic or post post modern styles. Another building that I love on campus is Science Hall, the Geography building, which is filled with topographical maps that you can just touch and feel very satisfied. Its staircases are oddly steep and there is one that I think leads to the roof but it is blocked off.

I finally got to class and saw that my teacher had already arrived and the students sat in their normal seats. The kids in my french class on the whole are more hip than those in my other classes. For one thing, they all have near fluency in French, which is very hip. For another, they all seem to have some kind of niche. Some of them go to concerts, some of them bike competitively, some of them used to live in D.C. and are very buff, some have weird resemblances to rockstars, some are still in high school, some write fiction in their spare time, some of them are very into indie TV shows and films,  like Flight of the Conchords or like Paris, Je T'aime (for obvious reasons) or have clearly read Stuff White People Like, some of them look like an Urban Outfitters catalogue.  Also, they're all very nice.

As for me, I like to assume that I'm very cool, but when I open my mouth, it becomes less obvious. It's a phenomenon ever present in my life I have found. I'd like to be a bit more mysterious.

Quote of the week:
"Aarushi, you surprise me everyday." -Sarah Lewis, in response to my vocal/talking voice dissonance giving me a maybe-compliment-maybe-insult (there should really be a word for that! There is probably one in German.)