"WHAT?!" "I SAID, 'IT'S LOUD IN HERE!'"

I went to the club last night. I did some dancing but ended up holding true to my ideals.

I did, however, remember, why I dislike going to clubs in the first place. It's not because I'm not a dancer because I am most of the time. It's because I can barely hear a friend who is screaming into my ear. I must be getting old when I'm complaining about loud music, but I very much prefer the bar atmosphere where I can at least talk to people.

So here are some things that I've been pondering about lately:

I hate when someone asks my religion as if it is something I'm supposed to have. It's like asking my thoughts on the tooth fairy: "Um, I outgrew that a long time ago."

I hate when I get shorted on fast food. The other day, I paid for a 9-piece cheesy tot from Burger King, and I only found 8 in the box. I was understandably upset, but I try not to let this kind of ripoff get to me that much, especially because I have spent a good chunk of my life so far working in the restaurant business. I don't want to be that guy that goes back up to the counter and demands one more cheesy tot. It's not like they did something completely outrageous like put ketchup on my veggie burger. But that is why it's so upsetting: because I would look like a douchebag if I complained about my missing cheesy tot that I paid for and rightfully deserve.

I notice that people overuse the word "random." Most times when this word is invoked, it doesn't apply. Most things are not random. Unexpected, sure. Unusual, maybe. Not random.

I'm glad that I'm not completely socially awkward. I know when not to talk or sing loudly to myself, unlike some people I pass on the sidewalk. I also know that when a professor asks "Any questions?" as a way to conclude the class session and everyone starts packing their books and putting on their coats and scarves, one should not force a question for the sake of participation.

I recently noticed that approximately half of all the shirts I own are green. I have no insight into this. Sure, it's my favorite color, but I never sat down and planned to wear green every other day. Does this abundance of green say something about my personality? Or my future?

I organize money in my wallet. All the bills have to be facing the same way and in order by denomination. I'm sure I'm not the only one to do this, but I take it a step further. I have a pet peeve about cashiers chaotically throwing cash at me facing every which way. I make sure he or she sees me take my time and organize it all before I walk away.

Being the nerd that I am, I can crank out a 4-6 page paper for school in no time. But I can't do it without thesaurus.com being open behind my Word document. I love thesauruses. Thesauri?

Sandwich artists at Subway are NEVER in a good mood.

Until next time, Love, Peace,

and "randomness?"