I wrote the last post on here while sitting in a neighbors' screened-in porch overlooking a man-made lake of questionable cleanliness in the middle of Iowa. This one - and many more, I'm sure - comes to you from the fifth floor (the so-called "quiet floor", which is about as quiet as the aforementioned lake is clean - but I guess I'm partially to blame for that, thanks to the special kind of rowdiness that only multiplayer Nintendo games can bring people to) of a dorm/apartment building originally built for married students in the 1950s.
There's only a few bits of evidence around the building that suggests that married people used to live here. Most notably: the playground directly across from the entrance. There's a sign in front of it that says that the playground is "STRICTLY FOR USE BY IIT STUDENTS" (not their children) which I find kind of hilarious; where some colleges have bowling alleys or arcades, we've been granted a playground.
It kind of says a few things about a certain truth regarding college: the later it gets, the lower a person's intelligence and maturity drops. Contrary to popular belief I don't think alcohol has anything to do with that, though I suppose it helps. But really though: the later it gets the goofier everyone gets. At 1 PM we'll be discussing the economic system and morals of the Kwakiutl tribe (pronounced "quacky-oodle," greatest name ever) but come 8 PM we'll be playing in the playground. And then comes 9 PM and boom, everybody is eating Freez Pops, playing Mario Kart 64 and singing the Arthur theme song.
But anyway: I guess what I've been trying to say that it's been a while since I've posted. This can often be interpreted as kind of an ominous thing, but in this case I swear it's a good thing. There's good busyness and bad busyness, and this is definitely a case of the prior.