Waiting in the LRC. Wow, it's bizarre how lost and small I feel here. I got off work about an hour ago and having left my keys at a friends house (in addition to my man purse) after a birthday bender (it wasn't even my birthday) I had to come to my girlfriends college to wait for her. She would finish her classes and then graciously take me home and let me into my own apartment so I could eat. I wish the cat could open doors.

 

So after about 20 mnutes of wandering thrugh the campus, trying to figure out if LRC meant library, I finally fidget thrugh the doors and I sit down at the wrong computer (at least I think I did cause it says "Nursing" on it. I am far too embarassed to get up, cross the room and sit at another machine, so I'll sit here, act like I belong and hope and prey that the angriest nurse in the joint doesn't show up to reclaim her/her place. I have these visions that the exact opposite of what you'd think a male nurse to look like is gonna tap me on the shoulder and I'll look back, and then up slowly as the six foot something behemoth clad in the most menacing of pink stares down at me with the stare he no doubt throws out when his least favorite patient needs the most painful treatment. I'm sure everyone here in the LRC will be in on it. They're probably waiting for it right now, "txt"ing their friends.

 

"hi2u OMG! smeones n BRAD's chair LOL come quick".

 

While I sit here thinking I've claimed a small victory by pretending I belong and accidentily logging into my girlfriends account. I opened up an internet explorer window and thought about what to do with it. What sort of information did I want to gather? I'm sitting here with people who are all searching the ramifications of things far beyond my scope and all I can think to type into the ominous google search field is "Ninjas". Then, thinking that to be far too juvenile I jazz it up by tapping out "The history of Ninjas". I elbow prod the guy beside me.

 

"Enh?"

 

Nothing. Probably Brad's fucking right hand man. Yeah, this is backward land. The entire school is run by a gang of ruffian male nurses. They dominate through fear. Fear of what, I'm not quite sure. Maybe they have power over the flow of pretty female nurses, liek if we make one wrong move *snap* more male nurses. Oh man, that would be terrible I mean going to the hospital, needing a major surgery is bad enough but if Brad and his entourage of scrub-clad toughs show up to remove my body hair and feed me Jell-O, well there's only so much a man can take.

 

You know, I'm starting to really dislike this asshole Brad. Why is it that I, a casual visitor to this establishment, a place of higher learning should be afraid of a bully with a catheter! No. I will take a stand for these people. This is my destiny I'm sure one of the many books in this room holds a prophecy that foretells of a big nosed/browed stranger who would bring ruin to this regime. To stop the tyranny dead in it's ambiguous white shoed tracks! That stranger is me! So bring it on Brad, do your worst I'll see you in he...shit someones coming I better get off!