i wasn't giving you the silent treatment, i just didn't feel like talking.

i was taking a little break today and sitting on a bench outside of the mckay building, my place of employment. i rocked the vending machines today, splurged a bit, so i had a bag of honey braided twists in one hand, and peanut m&m's in the other and i was just watching people go by. everyone people watches. nothing new. i don't feel like i'm special for doing so. today i was guessing where people were headed and what they were going to do when they got there. one kid ran into the mckay building and came out about 30 seconds later with 2 latex gloves. i thought about the whys. i looked at my watch and it was 3:06 my time, 3:00 his. the strongest guess i had was he was late for a lab at one of those science buildings which was the direction he was headed. his ability to obtain blue, latex gloves led me to believe that he is employed by byu's janitorial department and that free latex gloves are one of the many perks of such a position. i'm sure he knows the ins and outs of this place.

i'll break it up a little bit. i never know when to start a new paragraph because my thoughts are usually jumbled into one big mess. another guess: he was going to be doing something bad, illegal even. he did not want his fingerprints betraying him, and leather gloves were not an option in this warm weather. besides, he enjoys the feeling of sweaty hands under the latex, and the thin residue that is left, leaving the hands feeling dry with the scent of a balloon. this guess doesn't explain the hurry he was in. if he was going to do something bad his hurried manner drew too much attention to him.

one last guess: he was going to do something good and charitable for his roommate who he doesn't know very well, doesn't like, and is trying to love. this roommate is weird in a creepy way and takes all of his roommates' fingerprints with red ink and college-ruled notebook paper, and has his own personal forensics kit. paranoia. the kid with the latex gloves, the do-gooder, knew if he were to clean this less than normal roommate's room for him, he would check for fingerprints to discover who had done so. the do-gooder would have done this good deed without the gloves, but felt like he would feel worse if his roommate knew he had done this for him and still showed no gratitude, because deep down we all want to receive some recognition for the good we've done, even if the reception of gratitude and compliments is slightly awkward or uncomfortable. the hurry could have been because his roommate plays pogs every afternoon with his toxic slammer, and "go navy" pogs only. he is cheap, "go navy" pogs are free, and he doesn't care about the designs on pogs. if he had his way, they would all be the color of cardboard with the words "up" and "down" printed on opposite sides allowing for the poggers to know when they have won. this roommate is precisely punctual, playing pogs (alliteration) until 4:00 everyday, returning at 4:10 to take vitamins, eat chips ahoy cookies with skim milk, and read the funnies, until an episode of "stargate sg-1" comes on the sci fi channel at 5:00. he enjoys macgyver more, but watches stargate because it has the same actor that was macgyver. by the time he got home, the do-gooder would have had near an hour's time to complete the charitable act.

i would have liked to ask the kid with the blue, latex gloves what it was that he was running off to do, but that would not coincide with my personality. if you ever read this, kid with the blue, latex gloves, i was the kid with the bag of honey braided twists in my left hand, and the bag of peanut m&m's in my right, sitting on a bench outside of the mckay building. maybe you noticed me with your peripheral vision because of the hurry you were in. i would like to know what it was you did, or were going to do. now i know someone will be silly, and leave a comment as if they were you, but i am half serious when i say i want to know. maybe my typing that will deter the fake commenter. maybe not.

this has nothing to do with these guesses, but yesterday i was waiting for my burrito at diego's to be fixed and i was watching the tv. sportscenter sent it over to boston in the 9th inning of the red sox-angels game, where john lackey had been pitching a no-hitter. i'm not a huge major league baseball fan or follower, but i've seen this situation a little over 6 times in my life where sportscenter is interrupted to give us a live look at a pitcher about to make history, and if i remember correctly about 1 out of a little over 6 times has the pitcher succeeded in doing so. this time was almost like every other time. almost right after they went live, dustin pedroia of the red sox gets a base knock and lackey's dream was shattered. next man up, kevin youkilis, hits a homer, scores 2, and all of the sudden it's just another ballgame. funny how quickly it changes. i thought about john lackey and the pressure he must have felt. he was in boston, feeling the stress. i was in provo, feeling very hungry. i think i could have completely felt what he did if they finished making my burrito, i walked up to get it, someone else bigger than myself walked up at the same time, that person punched me in the stomach, took my burrito, and ate it over me as i lie on the floor holding my stomach and grimacing as tiny pieces of meat scraps fall on the floor next to me. that didn't happen, so i can't. i'll tell you what did happen. i ate that burrito, and it is now part of my top 10 best burrito eating experiences.

that was a lot of nonsense to read, so i decided to include pictures of this completely insane bird that i almost ran over with a bike the other day. to be honest, i don't know if that is a bird or small dinosaur. consider this a reward to all of you that got through this post, or a gift to all of you that hate reading more than 3 lines.