James Buchanan and Kevin "Kevin" Smith

Today would have been a rather normal Saturday if not for those two wonderful names. Let me tell you about them...

Once upon an earlier today, a customer came up to a photo counter in a store called Walgreens. The Walgreens that the customer had entered happened, by chance, to be the very same Walgreens at which I am employed. During the usual exchange that happens when one is dropping off film I discovered that this gentleman's name was James Buchanan.

"Like the president." I remarked.
"Yes. Its good to see someone who knows their history. Do you by any chance know which president was the only one to remain a bachelor?" he inquired.
"Could it be... James Buchanan?" I replied.
"You are correct. And do you know who was secretary of state in the year 1844?"
"Could it be... James Buchanan?"
"Right again. Do you happen to know who the next president was after Buchanan?"
Now i was excited. "Sir, not only do i know the answer, but I can list for you all of the presidents, in the order they served." And I did.
He was very impressed. We talked history for a bit longer and then he left.

That is the second time in my recent history (within the last year) that being able to list off the presidents has come in handy for me. The first time I won something (i dont remember what) at Coffee People for knowing who the 17th president of the United States was. And lets not forget the countless Jeapordy questions this little trick has helped me with. Okay, i realize for most people this story was probably not very interesting, but the next one is really funny so please read on.

A few hours after James Buchanan came in I was greeted by an Asian lady who did not speak very good English. Here was our exchange:

Asian lady (AL): "Pick picture."
Dusty (D): "You want to pick up pictures?"
AL: "Pick picture."
D: "What is your last name?"
AL: "Kevin."
D: "No, what is your LAST name?"
AL: "Kevin."
Now, was a little frustrated at her failure to grasp what I was trying to communicate, so I decided to try a different approach. This time, rather than just asking the same question again I decided to give her an example.
D: "Kevin what? Kevin Smith, Kevin..."
Before I could finish another example she interrupted me.
AL: "Yes! Kevin Smith"
Apparently, my example turned out to be correct. Kevin's last name was Smith.

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Dreams

I don't remember my dreams very often, but when i do they are usually, fairly interesting. Last night, for instance, i had a dream that i was staying in North Aldrich (guys dorm at Multnomah) in one of the upper, corner rooms. In the room next to mine Dr. Steve Patty was staying. In my dream, i heard someone say something to me, and i thought it must have been Dr. Patty. So i did what anyone else would've done in my situation: i grabbed my pillow and went next door. Dr. Patty was in his room, but his room was a pig sty. It looked worse than Cammi and Justin's room the year that Justin left his plane tickets. I want to enter, but in order to do so i have to some how get over a shoulder-high mound of garbage and stuff that is blocking the doorway. Once again, i just use common sense and figure that the easiest way to get inside the room is to fly my pillow over the pile. Yes, i did say "fly my pillow". I do a quick little run and jump, pulling my knees up onto the pillow and float my way over everything. Once inside, i ask Dr. Patty if he said anything to me (because i thought that i had heard him say something) and he says, "no". So, i turnaround and leave. As I head back to my own room, i decide that instead of going inside and setting my pillow on my bed, it would be easier if i just threw it into the room. Big mistake. I throw my pillow, but because it is a magic, flying pillow it doesn't land. The window happens to be open, but instead of bouncing off the screen, it goes through it like there was nothing there (very similar to Rage's trick for entering and leaving the guy's dorm). Worried (you would be too if you had just lost your flying pillow), i ran to the window and looked out. I thought i saw it still flying through the air, so i ran outside to get a better look. Outside, i find the pillow in the memorial dorm parking lot and some younger guys (the must have been freshman) have it. I take it back from them and that is the end of the dream. I had another dream last night too, basically it involved me beating my sister in a race, where we had to run around the inside of a huge multi-story church building.

Your homework assignment is to tell me about some weird dream that you have had.

ps...You put up a good fight Kristie, nearly beat me.

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