I just got back from a jaunt to the Grill with Nick-From-Next-Door. He thinks I'm the king of acquaintances. I think it's a leftover impulse from Germany. Talking to people I didn't know very well is all I did there, and he could strike up conversations just as easily if he wanted to.

It's all because I went and talked to this one girl, Aaron Carter, who's in my Qur'an class. I just can't stop making fun of her name, is all; plus there's a schedule change she didn't hear about in class on Friday.

I had the jalepeno poppers, which were undercooked. That should be a crime.

Flashback to dinner (why do I want to call every meal here 'lunch'?) with The D.J.

Greg, you see, left early for some reason, which was really unusual for him. I think it's because we made him wait two hours last night before going to eat, when he was really hungry. He always has to eat right when the dining hall opens, even if no one else is hungry.

So I hooked up with The D.J and left a little later than usual. We ate with The Italian and another one of The D.J's friends, and the conversation was incredibly straight-edge. The D.J had some emotional problem that didn't seem at all pressing. In fact, he admitted that there was nothing he could do about it -more on that later, I reckon.

It was the conversational equivalent of a visit to the laundromat, in my opinion, but I refused to dominate the conversation with bizarre comments --as I usually do when the world refuses to entertain me-- instead opting to let The D.J and his cohorts talk. Though the resulting conversation was boring from my perspective, I stand by my original intentions; I don't listen enough nowadays.

Still, the conversation was boring. I can't stress this enough. I realized I'd had about three glasses of water while sitting there, and went to the bathroom as an excuse for leaving early. It was rude, but I don't think they consider me socially conscious enough to be aware of my faux pas.

On my way out I ran into Mollie, Ann, and Dungeon Master -who disapproved of my lavatorial deception but greeted me with high spirits and volume.

The D.J's problem is a typical one for a high school student: there's some kind of dilemma, but he -for some elaborate reason- can't do anything about it. So in his impotence, he worries. He asks people for advice but there's no solution because he can't/won't do anything. Those who know me well will remember similar behavior.

Everyone tells him the same thing: there's nothing you can do, stop worrying, but he still goes on worrying. But if there's nothing you can do about it, you shouldn't care. It may sound apathetic, but it's perfectly true.

Dostoevsky condemned the people who gave up when faced with a wall, but the only other option he allowed was to yell at it. The D.J's approach, as much as I like him, is just self-satisfied whining.

I'm not that fed up, it just seems like a high school mentality thing. I've been over this before, in any case. It's the frustration from having such a boring conversation, because I did the right thing and let others talk, that annoys me. Spot the inconsistency in my logic, kids, and win a prize.

I still feel like I can't think. It's probably the computer.

Later.