So I'm walking into class yesterday.....this class being Genetics.

I follow some girl in. I'm at a safe, comfortable distance but close enough so that it should be obvious that I'm going inside as well because there really isn't anywhere else to go in the direction that I'm walking. The girl goes in the first set of doors, and I'm just far enough back that I can't just grab the door myself before it begins to close. What does this girl do? Nope, she doesn't hold it open or anything. Just walks right through leaving me to lunge to grab the door for myself before it closes all the way. Hey, I figure, maybe she just didn't see me. No big deal, it happens. Well, the second set of doors is seriously like 4 steps after the first set, and she wasn't through those by the time I got through the first set. Now, it had to be obvious that I was going into the building. With both sets of doors shut, it was a closed environment. If she didn't see me in the reflection of the glass windows surrounding us, she had to have heard my footsteps. And once again, nothing. She just strolls right through without even looking over her shoulder. Now I'm left to wonder. I generally think that common courtesy dictates that you should hold the door for somebody following you in, regardless of gender. Not to suggest that one should wait there, but there is time to simply hold it open quick without jeopardizing one's pace.

Explanation? This girl, was obviously not in a hurry because she wasn't running, and she wasn't late because it was 1:20 and class began at 1:25, plenty of time. That would have been my only explanation to why she didn't hold the door. I mean even if I'm late, I try to hold the door if anybody is following me in. It really only takes a split second and what does a split second mean when you're already late, which she wasn't. Little seemingly insignificant acts of kindness like holding the door can really make someone's days better. I have somewhat come to expect these little things, because I like to think people are generally kind and considerate. And when these things do happen, I really appreciate them because it reinforces the fact that people are good inside.

Now I'm thinking, what is this girl's problem? It's just kind of irking me.

The girl turns right after entering the second set of glass doors. I follow her. Her trajectory leads to the conclusion that she is going to the same class as I, Genetics. I'm still roughly the same distance behind her. Now, the doors to this class room aren't normal. They are huge. They go all the way to the ceiling and are really pretty heavy. She pulls the right door open, the standard entry door in the door setup at hand.

Okay, now this is the weirdest part. She walks in, looks over her shoulder, and smiles as she proceeds to CLOSE the door behind her. Then she just sat down without any further comment or acknowledgement. WHOA WHOA WHOA! Sound the alarm, something very very weird is happening here. Who does that? These doors are heavy, it would take more energy to try to stop it's opening momentum and close it than to simply let it close by itself. So the fact that she did that was just weird. But where did the smile come in. I was completely confused by that. I had no clue who this girl was. As far as I knew I had never seen her before in my life.

So I sat down next to Kevo and told him. He confirmed that he did not recognize her either. It was agreed that the events that had just transpired were indeed very weird. I am still perplexed by them. It just doesn't seem to make any sense.

On the topic of odd human behavior.

Moments after telling Kevo about the door closing incident, a girl sits down next to me. This is a different girl than the door closer. No, it would not be weird for a girl to sit down next to me, normally. But the seat I was in, should have dictated that she sit somewhere else. I was in the third chair from the end of the row, meaning that the two chairs next to me where wide open. It is common knowledge that when entering a room where you don't know people, you try to sit in a spot where you aren't actually right next to anybody. I didn't know who this girl was. Why would she sit next to me and leave the aisle seat open? Once again I commented to Kevo, and it was agreed upon that this too was strange.

What has this world come too? Why are normal human actions suddenly taking such odd turns? Or could it be that these girls simply don't know the unwritten code to human interaction?

Oh yes, and if you're thinking that I really had talked to them and am just so high on myself that I had purged them from memory. I will tell you that this is not the case. That usually only happens in a drunken state. But I will be the first to admit that I am terrible at remembering peoples names within the first 10 seconds of hearing it. But I don't talk to anybody in that class besides my buddies I sit by and on top of that, I tend to spend a lot of the class period falling in and out of consciousness.

What a coincidence that two such strange events would occur within 1 min of each other. Maybe it's a sign that I should rethink my whole picture of human existence. Or maybe it just means that I should go make dinner.

Don't even get me started on proper urinal approach etiquette.

On the eve of Nationals, I was called upon by my intramural team for the playoffs. I had figured that we were done since our captain broke her jaw. Nevertheless, we came to play tonight. But there is one minor detail that was not to be overlooked. We didn't have enough people. We usually have enough for one sub, but since Crystal broke her jaw and Adam was moving home, we were in quite the bind. For the first half of the game, we picked up some kid from a different team. He didn't really do much, but he was a body. Nothing quite out of the ordinary happened in the first half. There was my usual griping about how high sticking is waist level, even if you're taking a shot. That's just stupid considering that we are wearing helmets. I got called for high sticking because my follow through on a flip pass went above my waist. It was just dumb. I was hoping to get some love from the ref, who was a fellow Asian, but it was not to be. The half ended with us up 1-0.

The second half, was a whole other story. I didn't mention this before, but the team we were playing was a frat. In case you didn't know, I don't like frats. I tend to think that the majority of frat guys are imbeciles. In this situation, I was correct. Most of them were egotistical pricks, and what was even better was that they had all their retarded frat fans. Mostly their stupid sorority chicks. And to top it all off, I was wearing my "BE ROMAN" shirt. The reference behind that is more or less to be anti-Greek, because they're little saying is "BE GREEK." Usually Crystal wears hers so since she wasn't there, I had to represent.

So anyway, before the start of the second half, the head ref comes up to our team and lectures us about how the other team has complained that we picked up a kid that wasn't on the roster. Just like the stupid frats to do something like that. So the kid couldn't play, and we were left short handed, 4-on-3. The second half starts, and we decide that since we've got a one goal lead, that I will stay back on defense and play ball control. Mind you, that this is short ice, meaning they split the rink down the middle, so it's basically a big square we're playing on. Whenever I dance around with it, bring it back behind the net, stickhandle all around, and toy with the opposition. Now, some of these idiot frat guys are getting pissed cause they're up a man, and they can't get the ball from me. Oh, did I mention that one of our players was a girl and the whole opposition was guys. Sorry to suggest that sort of thing, but even Liz said it herself. She's not as gude as the guys. Anyway, one fat kid blatantly hip checks me into the boards behind my net leading to my shoving him in the head. Upon this, the ref jumps in and calls a double penalty, 2 mins each. I walk to the bench and this kid, who is fat, pimply faced, and pompous says to me something to the effect of "you'd better wipe off your pussy cause you've got sand in it." I'm not exactly well versed in stupid frat boy lingo nor do I like to participate in immature name calling. I just laughed it off and sat down. During this penalty, we're still short a man. But Paul, I think his name is Paul, breaks up the middle and scores a short handed goal. Now we're up 2-0 and Paul and Liz kill off the remainder of my penalty. I return and continue my dance around their players.

At this point, things are getting heated and tempers on their side are flaring. Many high sticks were called leading to a draw back for us. Off the draw backs, I slowly walk it back behind the net and dick with the other team. I'm getting a real kick out of it. Now they are really getting pissed. Somehow I continue to elude them. At this point, I'm like in the zone, nobody can take the ball from me, but they're starting to play the body a little bit more. Anyway, they end up taking about 4 penalties on me, and I score a break away goal to put us up 3-0. At one point in time, we actually had a powerplay 3-on-2.

In the end, it was very satisfying to send those jerks home with a loss in front of their fans against a shorthanded team with a girl on it. Although, I still love to generalize about frat guys, one of the kids wasn't a dick. On one play I was beating him to the ball in the corner, and he didn't check me in the back, which I told him I appreciated. But what was even more funny was that after I got the ball I went behind my net, put it past a jerk teammate of his only to get cross checked leading to a penalty on them. HA. I still plan on sticking with my anti-frat stance though.

After the game, as I was taking off my shoes and pads, a kid asked me if the team we just beat was a frat. I told him yes it was. And he complimented me on a job well done. Its fun beating on frats, especially ones filled with idiots and assholes.

Moral of the story: Frats are for the few gude people that want to lead the losers who can only purchase friends and unjustified cockiness.

Now it's off the Nationals. I wish there were some frat boys to embarrass there.