i've seen more spine in jellyfish
a little while ago, i spent a ridiculous amount of time staring out of a tim hortons window. during this time, i drank coffee... scribbled some attempts at writing in my notebook... and listened to a couple's conversation. they were talking about their first impressions of each other. seems like an interesting conversation, no? you'd think. except that this couple was decidedly not the kind of couple you'd go to for interesting conversation. unless you felt like mocking them. which i kind of did. so i guess i was wrong, it was an interesting conversation.
she was concerned that he had thought she was a blonde ditz. i think he pacified her fears by explaining that she was peppy or something equally equivalent to blonde ditz. she bought it and took the liberty of filling most of the conversation with ideas about herself. she wore a pink jumpsuit, by the way. he wore a combat shirt and at one point in the conversation lamented that, "the army makes people ugly." i think i snickered at this point. he wanted to know if she had thought he was a big loser upon first impression. i think she avoided a real answer.
i recognize that trait.
if i had any income to speak of, i would be on a plane this weekend to somewhere south. somewhere warm and sunny. where my white skin will stick out in the beautifully tanned environment. where i can wear my silly sunglasses and spring dresses. its a shame that most boys will never experience the joy that is spring dresses. the feeling of flowing fabric... barely there.
one of my roomies' classmates died the other day. skiing in vermont. he ran into a tree and died instantly. he came to our last party. he was at the joni mitchell thing with me. funny. the beginning of last semester started out with a death as well. a friend of a different roomie. she was in a bus accident. she slipped into a coma and died a few days later. i feel like i'm entering into a new stage of life. one that requires more navigation in order to survive. navigation and luck. and as dramatic as it sounds... i sort of feel like people are just dropping off. one day they're here... the next they are just gone. and its only the beginning. i have no concept of my own mortality. none whatsoever.
a little while ago, i spent a ridiculous amount of time staring out of a tim hortons window. during this time, i drank coffee... scribbled some attempts at writing in my notebook... and listened to a couple's conversation. they were talking about their first impressions of each other. seems like an interesting conversation, no? you'd think. except that this couple was decidedly not the kind of couple you'd go to for interesting conversation. unless you felt like mocking them. which i kind of did. so i guess i was wrong, it was an interesting conversation.
she was concerned that he had thought she was a blonde ditz. i think he pacified her fears by explaining that she was peppy or something equally equivalent to blonde ditz. she bought it and took the liberty of filling most of the conversation with ideas about herself. she wore a pink jumpsuit, by the way. he wore a combat shirt and at one point in the conversation lamented that, "the army makes people ugly." i think i snickered at this point. he wanted to know if she had thought he was a big loser upon first impression. i think she avoided a real answer.
i recognize that trait.
if i had any income to speak of, i would be on a plane this weekend to somewhere south. somewhere warm and sunny. where my white skin will stick out in the beautifully tanned environment. where i can wear my silly sunglasses and spring dresses. its a shame that most boys will never experience the joy that is spring dresses. the feeling of flowing fabric... barely there.
one of my roomies' classmates died the other day. skiing in vermont. he ran into a tree and died instantly. he came to our last party. he was at the joni mitchell thing with me. funny. the beginning of last semester started out with a death as well. a friend of a different roomie. she was in a bus accident. she slipped into a coma and died a few days later. i feel like i'm entering into a new stage of life. one that requires more navigation in order to survive. navigation and luck. and as dramatic as it sounds... i sort of feel like people are just dropping off. one day they're here... the next they are just gone. and its only the beginning. i have no concept of my own mortality. none whatsoever.
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