Flag of Halls

I'm feeling a bit sick today, though better from yesterday, and to cheer myself up I've decided to do something I haven't done in a long time...blog in the hall of flags. I generally like to perch myself under the Irish Flag (for those of you who don't know, there is a hall at UVU with flags that span the globe; hence the name).

However, the Irish Flag is missing...and I promise I didn't take it...pinky swear. I'm actually quite sad that it was stolen. There doesn't appear to be any other flags missing. Perhaps there is an Orangeman in our midst. If that is the case, I must keep my guard up, even as I write this because he will likely riot against anyone sitting beneath the spot where the Irish flag is supposed to be. Luckily Orangemen are easy to spot with their bowler hats, their orange sashes, and their large bass drums they like to beat as they parade around.

I'll put up a good fight though. And I'll win...because I'm a ninja.

Anyway, usually when I blog in the hall of flags, I like to make fun observations about people as they walk by. This seems to be a quiet time of the day as there are few people here to observe.

A girl just walked by wearing a shirt with zebra stripes on it. She looked like she was falling asleep as she was walking. That can't be good. Oh good, she sat down. I was worried she'd stumble into some on-coming student and then we'd all have to help pick up the scattered books and broken dreams.

I just farted. It was silent but holy enchilada, it smells. I wonder if the smell will make it across the hall.

*a minute passes*

Nope, apparently not. The group of students across the hall didn't even twitch their noses.

Damn.

Before I started writing this blog I was writing a response paper on the elections and how I believe elections should be. After four pages I realized that I was just ranting. I'm actually surprised I didn't resort to profanity...maybe I should. hmmm. Please do not misunderstand me, it is not a rant about Obama getting elected. I have nothing against Obama. I just have issues with the way people vote. It is a rant about the process of elections. I was getting myself so worked up, I had to step away and do something different. Its so infuriating.

Nothing interesting is happening, except that I'm listening to In Flames, which is always interesting.

I farted again.
*a mintue passes*
Nothing.

What I need is a fan or a breeze or something. The air here is too stagnant. I suspect that the fart just wants to hover around me...which is not what I intended.

Here comes another one:

Nothing.

Some kid just sped by on a long board. I had to fight the urge to stick out my foot to send him flying face first into the carpet, likely giving him the mother of all rug-burns.

HOLY BEARD! I just saw the most awesome beard ever. The man must be a professor. His beard was dark brown and grey and it was perfectly round like an afro. His head was shaved close to the scalp to emphazize the afro-like awesomenicity of his beard. In spirit of Scrubs, I am going to give him the nickname of Beardface.

"Beardface'!"

Okay, it is now obvious that I must go duke.