The Lonely Kiwi

I don't know what it is with me and random objects, but at dinner there sat a Lonely Kiwi.
Who leaves a perfectly good kiwi sitting on a table I ask you?
Answer: students otherwise preoccupied with the dreaded weeks know as Finals. With a capital F, because that's completely necessary in this situation.
And with these Finals come Distractions. The weird thing is for me is that it's not drifting off in my [incredibly comfortable] chair, it's staring out the window and noticing the most random things. That, and listening to comedy radio. It's a deadly combination.
What have I noticed thus far? Someone doing incredibly enthusiastic but otherwise completely unhelpful looking stretches next to an over-laden bicycle. It took me a full five minutes to get back to my notes. And he was wearing red too - that's just not fair. Then, of course, one begins to wonder why these stretches were being performed by someone not wearing athletic gear. Was it a crazy? Was it a sleepy student who had passed out in the bushes? I guess we'll never know. But we will be distracted by it for twenty minutes.
Other than lonely kiwis, I've been noticing a lot of lonely umbrellas also... like the one on the grass outside. And they're not so much lonely as utterly destroyed. Their spines all broken and splayed every which way, and their fabric all warped. I mean, we live in Vancouver, we're starving students... why are there so many umbrellas lying around? Perhaps we've inherited some sort of umbrella serial killer - making each head a little bit damper every day.
And this is what Finals gives you - bad comedy radio, bad blogs jokes, and lonely kiwis.
And laughing to yourself in the middle of the library, but that's simply embarrassing.