Who is John Galt?

I’m 144 pages into Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. This book is not very exciting, but I do want to know who John Galt is. I saw a bumper sticker asking the same question the other day, and I later discovered this product is available online. Strange.

I toyed with making this piece friend only. I don’t like that idea, so here we are back at being public. I do intend to remain practically anonymous, however.

This was a very hectic week, but now the semester is practically over. Thursday was the worst/best, cuz I was out on grounds from 8am to 10pm. I was so sleep-deprived and delirious that everything was funny. At lunch we played this game where we passed a spoon around the table, and everyone had to put something (preferably food) on it. If anything fell off, the person who had the spoon was meant to eat the contents of the spoon. Well, I was dumb and tried putting a french fry on the spoon, which already had some goulash, bell peppers, and other shit on it. Of course, the french fry fell off. Damn. So I swallowed the goulash, et al., and promptly felt like shit.

In a only slightly unrelated conversation, someone theorized that the dining hall puts pieces of metal in the food, for nutrients. But not iron, because it would rust. Steel is close to iron, right? So somehow I convinced myself that there was a steel ball bearing in the goulash, and that’s why I wasn’t feeling well. All day I went around saying stuff like “Geez, that ball bearing won’t digest!” and “There was a ball bearing in the goulash!” and then cracking up. People probably thought I was insane…well, folks, I probably was.

So I made up for all that by sleeping for thirteen hours that night (huzzah for no Friday classes!)

We ate at a Mediterranean restaurant, and I had a Falafel. I was good, I guess. I mean, I don’t know how a Falafel is meant to taste, so they could have served me horsecrap in a pita and I wouldn’t have noticed.

Then we played Halo dos, at which I suckethed. Then Evan, our neighbor from second year came over and played as well. Evan is a fellow that has true nunchuck skills, for all you girls out there in need of a boyfriend, by the way.

Speaking of girls, I realised that I haven’t dated in a long while. I could blame school, or the weather, or the gods, but I won’t…I’ll just move on and start dating again. Qualified applicants inquire within.

One last thing to note. If you know me, you should already understand this, but for the rest of you: I am full of shit, and most of this stuff isn’t to be taken seriously. Except for the part about the goulash. It really did make me sick. For whatever that’s worth.

- Sighs -

I haven’t had time to really think recently. Hopefully this weekend will provide some time to do so. If I come up with anything revelatory, I will be sure to share it. Otherwise, I’ll see you all over winter break.