Finally an update, Christmas, January...
If you're one of the zero former faithful readers, my apologies for not updating. Just haven't felt like it.
Christmas break blew ass, because there's never anything to do in Cincinnati so I decided to stop lying to myself from this point on and look forward to times of going home with an appropriate sense of dread. I didn't work or really do anything the whole time. In fact, I can barely remember anything from break. My memory has gotten so sucky since the familial upheaval in May. And it's exacerbated by the fact there's shit to remember about Ohio.
I basically counted the days until I could leave and come back to Boulder. However this time, instead of the Delta flight routine (which takes about 5 years when combatting the jet stream on the way back to school) I brought my CAR out. Yeah I drove out again for the 3rd time with my boyfriend and had a pretty decent trip, considering the midwest circumstances.
I just got up to have a late night bowl of apple cinnamon cheerios (they were on sale and taste stale if eaten without milk) and the tab on the top of the box says JUST JOINING THE RACE MAKES YOU A WINNER and then, open tab for details. i figured it'd be the usual cherrio bullshit "heart healthy" blah blah, but I open for details and there's just an advertisement to win/purchase a FOUR PIECE SCISSOR SET. i feel like a winner for not entering that contest, thank you cheerios.
the worst thing about colorado is the lack of humidity. i can handle it most of the time. i've learned to love chap stick and lotion. however i can't reach all of my shoulderblades. they're raw and reddish. they burn in the shower. it's approaching that time when i have to ask one of my roommates to do the honors and i hate that moment because it's always an uphill battle and if they do acquiesce, it's with such disdain. "do WHAT? to your back? ugh.....no?!" hey the priviliges of living with me include one very small downside of maintaining the lipid concentration of my shoulderblades. now just pretend we're in cali and it's sunblock, hurry, i'm on fire.
Man, I haven't touched this blog thing in so long, I feel rusty. I'll talk about this kid in my 400 or so person humanities recitation. i glimpsed him once before the first day of class and it was a visage of ryan adams himself. you know, guppy mouth, pale skin, vapid penetrating stare, aura of disinterest. sorta large nose. black hair. and no he's not hot or anything but some people just mystify you. it's like the same feeling you get with that one person you've ever crushed on who even the way they move just captivates you. so of course i was thrilled to see he was in my lecture.
either way, i had to know more. he always sits 6th row up, center. i tried to sit within an observable distance, but those days he had a veil of smooth black hair reaching to his chin that obscured my view. i envied the people on the left side who could see him. i watched him tracing his veins with his black pen. it was so hyponotizing and intriguing, if i thought about it. anyway, i vowed to sit in his same row, left side, the very next chance i got. and that day i decided to play the "Alternative" card myself.
I got up early and I was planning on showering, but my all knowing roommate told me that i should have slightly greasy grungy hair. don't worry, it wasn't that bad. just not squeaky clean. i straightened my hair with the flat iron and left it down, which i never do. i hoped this would make me look "sullen" coupled with the pale skin. i applied my "alternative perfumee," blue no. 655 or something from the gap in 2000. why is a gap perfume alternative, you ask? because a very alternative exbf picked it out back in my coffehouse days, and it still reminds me of Sitwells on Ludlow in Clifton, if you've ever been. On that stuff went.
For apparel, I chose my black The Cure t shirt with red lettering. Perhaps my taste for the "goth" band would spark his insterest if the alternative pheromones didn't. i selected some jeans over some greyish slackish type things because i didnt wanna look like iw as trying that hard to make the jump to nonjean pants. they were sorta scuffed at the ankle although HUSH from abercromibe. i'm so posing! smokey eye makeup, black high top converse all stars from high school (with the "cool" lacing pattern that isn't crossing over). i donned a dark grey ribbed "duster" sweater you know the ones that look like a 1700s composer might wear them, and then this long black fringey scarf i have. it doesn't sound too alt but it looked it.
i got to class and walked down to his row. however, some guy had already placed himself inthe midst of the 6 or so chairs separating the end of the row from the alternative kid. to squeeze past the one dude would be painfully obvious. i sat at the end of the row and waited for a good moment to look, a split second for the hair to fall back from his face so i could see.
i know this is so suspenseful, but it ends like this: i looked. the hair parted. and ew. nobody looks hot from the side, but still. his sideburns were so long they were wispy. like girl hair. that's when i realized i was misled. i endured weird side glances from preppies all the rest of the day. sigh.
man it was so cool, one day we were supposed to intro ourselves to our class neighbors and come up w/ some questions about this slide of arwork, and i did that with the ppl around me. i looked over at the alternative kid to see what he was up to and he was sitting there, empty chairs on either side, looking all hardcore and i'm too cool for school. gosh, i'm in love.
how come just having black hair makes people more credible?
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