Today has been a little on the strange side. One of those days when after being awake for about three hours I realized maybe I should have remained safely tucked in the cozy sanctuary of my quilt clad bed. On days like today I find myself asking questions like “Is it just me? Or has everyone gone mad?” I’m generally more inclined to go with the latter, but I did notice my vitamins tasted a little funny this morning. Maybe one of my roommates pulled a fast one, and tricked me into taking one of those crazy pills I’ve been so trying to moderate my use of. A few observations/comments of mine, on this, the “why don’t we all join hands and be wacky” Wednesday:

I have unanimously decided that today will forever be grouped in the category of days marked by the uneasy feeling associated with the “has my car become a target everyone is aiming for?” feeling: When, after five minutes of being on the road, you know you would have been far wiser to walk, bike, fly, ride in a horse drawn carriage, or otherwise not drive, to your intended destination, because no one seems able to maintain a consistent speed, use their blinker, or remain within the little lines that distinguish THEIR lane from YOUR lane. More to the point, it would seem as if everyone on the road signed a secret pact the night before to concentrate all of their road warrior effort on frustrating you in the hopes of: a. running you off the road, b. ruining your day, or c. ruining your gas mileage. Days like today definitely make that crowded bus look inviting; You may even start to delude yourself into thinking that the passengers peering out of the murky, finger-printed windows are smiling, and not grimacing, as you typically presuppose.

Strange how missing a person can actually become quite an enjoyable hobby.

When you are ‘driving along, driving along’ and come to a Yield sign, maybe you should actually YIELD YOUR VEHICLE. Because one of these days someone is going to crash into you, out of sheer spite. Note to the lady piloting the midnight blue range rover incapable of following simple roadside directions: Today, that someone was almost me.

Answering a phone call to the sound of a man singing “you’ve lost that loving feeling” to his significant other, while this significant other attempts to schedule an appointment without laughing, does remain a rather odd experience, presumably for all parties involved, but an experience not lacking an entertaining element of hilarity.

Dressing up in cardboard suits of armor and wielding hand-painted cardboard swords throughout a highly frequented quad on campus, while emphatically informing everyone within shouting range about the battle raging between the heavenly realms and the powers of darkness, is indeed bold, but may not be the BEST way to get your point across. Unless of course, your point was ultimately to convince everyone within shouting distance that you are mentally unstable.