Small Sandwiches

After Great Books today, I jaunted over to the Caf to grab a bite to eat. Roast beef sounded good, and the alternative offerings of Yankee pot roast and some cross between chinese food and tacos failed to excite me. The roast beef sandwich is a stalwart favorite in the land of averageness (and soemtimes above averageness...and sometimes below averageness) that is the cafeteria. Today, all that changed. The man behind the counter cut my two slices of wheat bread from an end, making them much smalelr than slices cut from the heart of a loaf. Bad foundations make bad buildings. The same holds true for sandwiches. The bread Nazi proceeded to place only two slices of roast beef on the runts of the loaf. During the first week of classes they loaded you up with an entire flank. Making matters worse, the sandwich artist initially put three slices on. Then he casually glanced at his coworker who authoritatively shook his head. To my horror, the gloved hand reached over and tossed some of my nourishment back into the beef bin. Sad face.

It's been raining here the last few days, and no one knows quite what to do. Some are prepared with umbrellas, but most walk stoically through the cascading droplets in hooded sweatshirts. That is, those who aren't worried about their prada bag or louis purse getting ruined. I can't help but think of the Seinfeld bit about the suede jackets and cows. "Let me in!! I'm SUEDE!!"

On Sunday our girls soccer team played the undefeated and untied Portland Pilots (#2 or #1 in the nation depending which poll you like). We tied them. Unfortunately we lost to crappy Gonzaga on Friday...ugh...that makes us 1-1-1 in conference. We'll need to knock off #5 Santa Clara to be contenders.

I asked a friend of mine who gives campus tours if people asked dumb questions. She started laughing, "One person asked me the name of the big lake that the campus overlooks." WOW.

I need to write more poetry. Just for Ben...maybe that could be the title, or perhaps "Support for the So-Cal Stereotype," "The View," "Why Asians Congregate," or "Screw Cones, I want everything black and white."

Off to the mall.