Not a whole lot going on today. I was pretty much scanning stuff all day at work. Kinda makes your eyes go crazy after a while. The chair I was sitting in also wasn’t exactly the correct height so it started to hurt to type after a while and my back started to hurt from trying to look at the monitor on those dumb desks. If you know where I work, then you know what I mean. They’re great space savers, but it’s not great for using long-term…and by long-term I mean more than 15min. Well I thought I was gonna be helping some people move, but never heard from them. Ended up moving back my chillin time with Colleymore to tomorrow. He’s got some great mexican restaurant he wants to take me to, well I guess I’ll be taking him since he sorta has a sight problem and can’t drive. Squatz is loving those tortillas I made yesterday. Slappin on the butter and beloved grape jelly. I’m gonna have to make some more soon.
So yesterday when I was gettin signed up for insurance and whatnot. Right before I left they wanted me to look at this list of racial categories and pick out which one I am. I think there were six options and I felt like I qualified for three. They were caucasian, mexican, and spanish surname/lation. I’m definitely white to look at me, my name is BenjamÃn “Chalupa” Alba de Ranfeld, and my grandpa taught me that I’m chicano way before I can remember. I told the lady I sorta qualify for 3 of them and she looked at me funny then said to just please pick one. Like I was pullin her leg or something. They should have had options for multiple answers like when Dr. Toll makes a multiple choice test. Answers would be A, B, C, AB, AC, BC, AC. And students wondered why students who have had a class with him before didn’t want a multiple choice test…poor ignorant fools.
Well, got a few pseudo drunk calls from some of my buddies from the deuce. You know, some of those guys that current residents have only heard stories about. I sometimes wonder if they tell stories about me up there. I saw pseudo cause they had been drinking and were planning on drinking more. I got Eric Dubya Davis to say he’s gonna vote for me. He wanted to know where I stand so I told him I’m all for guns. He asked me to explain so I said if you were eating a pizza and somebody came and stole it at gunpoint, you should be able to shoot him and take your pizza back. He really liked that. I sometimes wonder what exactly makes sense to drunk people sometimes. Since I’ve never been inebriated I can’t really comment. I’ve definitely messed with plenty of “sloshed” people before though. It can be quite entertaining. I suggest you try it sometime. Just make sure they aren’t the violent type.
On a side note I was talking to Bob Lay today and he was asking me where I go to church. He started talking about Muncie Alliance and his daughter went there or something and his daughter’s friend, Jenny, went there last Sunday with a friend of hers from Ireland. She was in town visiting his daughter, blah blah blah. Turns out that’s Ben’s wannabe stalker. What a small world!
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