A text conversation between Scott and I. Last year he lived in Bountiful Courts apartments. Then he left. A discussion about where he had gone:

Me: Where did you go?

Scott: 340 E. 500 N. apt. number 6

Me: Wow. I wasn't expecting that.

Scott: What were you expecting?

Me: I guess something more verbose. Poetic, if you will.

Scott: Oh. In yon Glenhaven.

Me: That's better. That time I understood you. Why dost thou leave me stranded here, Scott of Wiley Ways?

Scott: I still live nigh unto BC. Four blocks distant. I could never leave thee stranded Jen dear.

Me: Sir, I confess your sonnets charm me.

Meditation

I can sit for hours playing Slide Tiles on the computer. I recently discovered it on Hoyle Board Games and now am addicted to it. I play for hours dully sliding the mouse back and forth guiding the tiles into position. I shouldn't be so caught up in such time wasting activity, but the roaring monotony of it is fascinating.

Recently I’ve been thinking that the Zen-like state I reach whilst playing Slide Tiles verges on meditation. Before Slide Tiles, the closest I got to meditation was while reading my text books or during aimless Facebook jaunts. To the untried eye it might appear that I am wasting my time with such things as Slide Tiles, but there are few who truly understand that such activities are Yoga to the college student.

The truth is I don’t want to spend hours meditating or finding my inner peace. Although, I wouldn’t mind spending hours doing Slide Tiles, and come to think of it, I’m pretty sure there’s a small spot in Heaven carved out for those who master the art of Slide Tiles. Perhaps for today, as a first step towards that paradise, I will set down my text books and play a few rounds.