Anakin you are not, Dude.

[fredericks]

Hands-down funniest moment of the day:

The lot of us are packed into one of Pace's sardine tin-like elevators. We hop on at the 1st floor and ride it down to C-level then up on the way to our respective stops. As we hit the 1st floor again on the way up I'm looking around and thinking that, for a bunch of strangers, we're sure getting to know each other's bodies intimately. I opt out of making a quip, not wanting to waste precious oxygen on something we're all clearly thinking. However, as we pass the 2nd floor some dude decides to go with the wisecrackery and says to a semi-comely lass scrunched up next to him, "You feel soft". Now I get what he's saying (or trying to say) and I want to laugh but, again, oxygen conservation is in the forefront of my mind. Said lass turns to look at him - well, she doesn't really *turn*; she can only manage to crane her neck a little - and the expression on her face is priceless, absolutely priceless, causing me to realize how borderline sleazy his joke comes across. She stammers out "uh, thank you" in a way that makes me want to bust my gut. We're passing the 3rd floor now and dude looks chagrined while lass looks weirded out. The little murmuring that existed prior to that moment dies off. Everyone's avoiding eye contact with everyone else. We hit the 4th floor. Dude asks lass where she's heading. Lass answers 514. Silence again. Elevator stops on 5, lass gets off, dude is still avoiding eye contact. I fight the urge to push him off the elevator and beseech him to formally court the lass; as I visualize that happening I again fight the urge to laugh. We all get off on the 6th floor, and resume normal breathing patterns.

*

I'm surrounded by papers from my classes. Half of my textbooks came today, weighing 40 lbs. Daunting? No, herculean, baby. It's Day Two, my brain is swimming, and we haven't even gone much farther than class overviews yet. I have three group projects this term. Thanks to Brown's lack of core reqs, I've never taken a class that required work with more than one other person. I hate having to rely on others to keep up their part of a bargain (that's quite psychologically telling, isn't it?). I briefly chatted with a classmate as we were leaving for the day. She shared that she was overwhelmed and then said "I don't know how [the one year students] do it" (she's in the slower paced two-year program). I reminded her that we haven't done ANYTHING yet since it was only the second day of classes. I also don't have the correct textbooks to do tomorrow's required readings. *sigh*

"Do it! Do it!", I know. But I'm not a happy camper right now.

*
Mom was awesomely amazing today. She stayed up ALL DAY waiting to sign for my books. I mean, if I knew UPS was going to wait until 5:30 to deliver the damn things I wouldn't have asked her to stay up in the first place but still. She looked like a raccoon when I came home. Me = guilt. When she does things like what she did today it kinda helps me forget the crappy/shifty stuff she pulls/pulled. I'm gonna get her flowers or something tomorrow. And maybe a nice salad to take to work tomorrow evening.

Comments

[tjfalcon.livejournal.com]

Kind of reminds me of the elevator ride at the Eifel Tower in Las Vegas. There is a person who opperates the elevator all day long and they pack alot of people onto it, both up and down. There were lots of friendly jests and some sympathy expressed to her. A number of people also had a little problem with the view, so about half way up they decided that they needed to be in the center and that created more jests, most at their expense.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

At first I was going to bug you about going to Paris and not taking me. Then I realized I had to bug you about going to Vegas and not taking me (my sleazy American arse would take Vegas over Paris most days of the week).

I hate people that try to jostle for position more than 10 seconds after they've gotten on an elevator. If they don't appear to be physically handicapped and/or pregnant I stay still and impede their movement as much as humanly possible.

[tjfalcon.livejournal.com]

It was for my sister's wedding, and I was only there for 2 days. Plus it was before I knew you. I let you know if and when I plan to go back. :)

Well these people clearly had a problem with heights that they were unprepared for. It would have been much worse than just a jostle had they decided to become ill or faint.

[zelle999.livejournal.com]

That's absolutely hilarious. I hate those situations. It gets to the point that I'll wait for the next one and then cram myself into the corner so I don't have to be in the middle.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

I'd rather take it in the opposite direction that I'm heading in if it means I can get in. When classes let out the 'vaters are disgusting. Jebus.

[lostcrackerjack.livejournal.com]

Elevators create interesting scenerios to say the least. I love the scene in Ghost when the guy pretends to have a contageous infection and coughs and the people move away from him. LOL.

I'll cough and sniff like I have a cold so that people will not invade my personal space, it's fun. :-P

[miss-jv05.livejournal.com]

yeah i agree, they can sometimes be funny.

My friend had a funny/embarassing thing happen to her once in an elevator. It was exam week and she was too preoccupied thinking about her subjects and maybe even daydreaming a little bit about her crush. Well, the rest of the people in the elevator were upperclassmen and they were gonna get off at a different floor from hers. Her floor came first, and she was just standing there oblivious to what was going on. That somebody mustered up the courage to ask her "Er, miss? Isn't this where you get off?". And she realized that everyone had been waiting for quite sometime for her to go out, looking at each other and trying not to laugh out of respect for her. And the dude who asked her was holding on to the panels of the door so that it would not close.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

You see, if it was exam week you'd think they'd be a little more understanding. Whenever exam week would hit most people I went to school with walked around with this constant shell-shocked expression plastered on their mugs. Everyone tended to be a helluva lot more forgetful than usual and crankiness would generally be brushed off with a "eh, it's that time of the semester". If they were going to waste the time to wait for her to stop zoning out the least they could have done was stiffle the laughter until she left the elevator. *grin*

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that; I stuck that last reply in the wrong place...:(

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Oh, and HI!, btw.

I totally don't know who you are, but I always love to say hi to new people. *grin*

[miss-jv05.livejournal.com]

Well, hello to you to stranger :D. I on the other hand love commenting on posts that I can relate to or somewhat relate to. Feel free to say Hi anytime or drop me a line : ) By the way, have a nice weekend!

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

And I love how you can drop Ghost like that. *grin*

Speaking of coughs, sniffles, and personal space - my sophomore year of HS I came down with bronchitis. Nasty racking cough and what-have-you. When I got clearance to return to school the coughing hadn't cleared up much, and my mother refused to let me sit out any more school (damn the parents and their emphasis on learnin' and stuff). I'm taking the subway to school and part of my trip was on an elevated line. I got stuck with a seat right by the doors, which wasn't the greatest thing for my cough seeing as it was a bitterly cold day; I'd be bathed in the heat emanating from all the huddled rush hour bodies one minute and then shivering from blasts of frigid air as people got in and out the next. Of course, I started coughing. Badly. One episode hit and I started coughing so much I doubled over, eyes closed. When I caught my breath and sat up I looked around and saw that everyone had moved to the opposite end of the car. Quite a feat, seeing as it was rush hour, but, you know... I felt a little hurt, to be honest, but after a couple of lonely stops I realized I'd most likely do the same thing if I was in their shoes.

After some time a kind soul offered me a cough drop. I was touched but declined, afraid that I might choke on it while coughing and no one would be brave enough to come over and perform the Heimlich on me.

[lostcrackerjack.livejournal.com]

LOL. :-D

[light-over-me.livejournal.com]

Eeek, that was hilarious - but I'd be sooo claustrophobic in a situation like that. I’d probably pass out, lol. Hopefully nobody was playing with their hair, scratching their face, or picking their nose... I totally relate to the way you feel about "flakes of skin" floating around, lol.

That was nice what your mom did... and that’s really sweet of you to get her flowers for it. I bet she’ll like that and it will make her feel appreciated.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Oh, if people played with their body and whatever while on the elevator it would be so on!
Okay, so I'd be indirectly confrontational with the glares and sighs and shuffling of bookbag - I'm not so good with being direct with random souls.

I felt bad during the day asking her to stay up and I sort of hoped she'd fall asleep, but no luck. She just felt like being awesome that day. *grin*

[snacktastic.livejournal.com]

Nice story. Ha! Maybe he needs a better pickup line (though I can't always fault a guy for trying, even lamely). Do some yoga stretches for that strained back. Ah, overstraining, it brings back sweet memories.