Last week - Tim debuted in The Dragon Chronicle by 
sharing his abduction by freshman one night.  Dee and 
Darcy were glad that they got in the paper, and their 
parents were happy that it wasn't for anything bad.

And now, for this week's trash...

I guess it's time to write another column that makes 
no sense so you can read it and quietly say to yourself, 
"what was that??"  I talked to a lot of people about 
last week's column, and I got a lot of good responses.  
Most of the people I asked called it "mildly 
entertaining."  Thanks for all the responses, and now 
I have the encouragement to write a lot more garbage 
than I could of all by myself.

So, don't blame me for this column... blame yourself.

Well, it seems that being at Cortland is slowly 
becoming a routine.  And with this routine comes the 
ever present search for "love" here on and off campus.  
I don't know how many times I've hear one of the 
following statements (in one form or another):

"That guy was such an idiot... what was I thinking?"

"Man, that girl was really messed up... that was a 
mistake"

I can't seem to avoid being caught in the middle of a 
conversation having to do with the topic of a recent 
interest.  And all I can think to myself is that these 
people are looking to find something that is quite 
possibly the hardest thing to do:  To find someone to 
hang out with, to watch TV and make fun of the people 
on it, and just to be cool and do things together.  
It seems that no matter what happens, the whole thing 
just doesn't work out, or things aren't quite what they 
appeared.

My suggestion: Fight with your roommate over the remote, 
sit down with a snack food of your choice, and forget 
about it.  You'll find that after the first few days, 
you can't even get out of the chair to find someone 
to sit back down with.

Enrique's Suggestion: How about the laundry room?  At 
this point, he went on a tangent about searching through 
other people's laundry, and I quickly sent him back to 
his column.

Another idea: How about giving it an honest shot instead 
of finding someone that matches you for that night.  And 
(this is where I lose half of the people reading this), 
I think I know the place to do it.  Where people are so 
messed up that it doesn't really matter what you are 
like, because it's thrown off by the atmosphere.
(and no, it's not a bar)

I speak of the internet.

Once again, I'm not kidding.  It happen to me.

See, this is what happens to you when the whole idea 
of going downtown loses it's edge... you find more 
creative ways to meet people, even if it involves sitting 
motionless for hours on end.  I spent way too many hours 
on there instead of studying, but my GPA will be covered 
in a later column.  I met my current girlfriend on that 
cursed machine, and now I'm lucky if I get to see her on 
the weekends.

It's really rather interesting meeting someone over the 
internet, basically because of the risk involved.  Let's 
think about it for a second, these people (and I include 
myself)  are quite possibly the most messed up people on 
the planet.  Any kind of person you could ever want to 
meet (or ever want to avoid) are there.

It's kinda like going downtown.  But without the beer 
spilled on your head.