Not very often you see rain falling while the sun is shining. If that's not typical SoCal January weather, I don't know what is.
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So now I am waiting for my final meeting with Elie today, and I am thinking myself: it was only three years ago that I was wrapping up all that JC stuff, and getting ready to transfer here. A good year, that. Three years before that, I was getting ready to finish my high school diploma from Lakewood.
Six years of higher education at the undergraduate level. All put to good use in one way or another. I look at my watch. Six minutes. The rain clears.
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It's all surreal. You go through all these occurances in life. We call them "events". You can call them whatever you want. An event can be anything: a game, a meeting, a lecture, a concert...a walk down a pathway in the Central Quad. All those are events, but those aren't the only ones.
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The Academic Advising Center opens shop. Looks like we're close to getting this final meeting out of the way.
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After my meeting with Elie Johnson, I straddled over to the University Student Union second floor. Now, I owe a lot to my good friend Elie. Without her advice and guidance, I would not have been able to make it this far. Heck, I would still be taking upper division courses here. God knows I don't want to go through that again.
Back to the second floor. At the Carl's Jr: I ordered a couple of Westerns, before taking my seat, and picking up a leaflet bearing the news that Carl Karcher, the man with the plan, was dead at the age of 90, over three times that of Heath Ledger's age when he passed away. Such was life.
I met a guy with religion named Steve. We talked a bit, and we went our own ways.
I then went down to the Library to drop my books, before killing some time on the University computers at the Spidell, next to the Starbucks. I remember being the first customer to order something at the Starbucks, a Green Tea frap, Venti-sized. A great thirst-quencher and eye-opener with my nickname, "Super Fan", on it.
As I listened to my iPod, a young skinhead Goth came up to me and asked, "What are you playing?"
I replied, "Ramones."
"Rock on."
At least there are people here at the Beach who actually KNOW who these guys are.
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I'm watching some randome love scenes on YouTube. Oddly enough, it's three weeks to Valentine's Day. A coincidence is in order.
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Dammit. It's raining again.
