I am sitting on a comfortable couch beside a girl I have now met for the second time, sketching a bottle. Chalk coats my fingers, and I feel the need to be careful as I brush the hair from my face. The room is full of laughter, with friends talking and a guy strumming beautifully on his guitar. My roommate and I pause to stand and grab a piece of homemade brown bread and a Rice Krispie treat. Jesse and I share a joke about having to drive home sober tonight. Alvin stands in the corner and smiles as I glance his direction. The lights are dim now, and the beams barely hitting the Indian drapery strewn across framed pictures.
It is a climax of the senses. All my thoughts and emotions are heightened, yet my entire being is relaxed and comfortable. There is such beauty and pleasure in this moment. Outside snow falls, but for now, we all lounge cozily in this small smokey room with only music and chalk pastels to worry about.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Infiltrating Chocolate Hour.
Two posts in one day is lame, but this merits it.
Chae and I infiltrated the Chocolate Hour tonight. Scarves, hats, coats, dark sunglasses, and a pair of snowballs kept our identities a secret. We ran across campus giggling and planning our escape route.
"If the chocolate is in the room, do we abort?"
"No, we gotta go through with this. We grab the chocolate and make a mad dash for the door. We only abort if someone exposes our identities."
"Okay, so do we keep the sunglasses on while we're in the building?"
The people we passed gave us bemused looks, probably wondering why on earth we were sporting sunglasses in the dark.
When we reached our target area, we snatched up the chocolate chip bars and the chocolate Rice Krispie bars and wolfed them down. Hani, Amy, and Laura were staring amusedly at us. Chae and I giggled, turning to them and letting them know that we had come for the chocolate.
"You're not staying for the discussion?" someone asked.
We looked at each other and laughed again. Obviously no.
As the room began to empty into the lounge and away from the chocolate, we nudged each other. Abort! Abort!
As we threw open the doors and fled the room, we both knew that our plan had been a success.
We sauntered back toward our apartment. I smiled to myself, very glad to have such a great friend and to be at such a great college.
Chae and I infiltrated the Chocolate Hour tonight. Scarves, hats, coats, dark sunglasses, and a pair of snowballs kept our identities a secret. We ran across campus giggling and planning our escape route.
"If the chocolate is in the room, do we abort?"
"No, we gotta go through with this. We grab the chocolate and make a mad dash for the door. We only abort if someone exposes our identities."
"Okay, so do we keep the sunglasses on while we're in the building?"
The people we passed gave us bemused looks, probably wondering why on earth we were sporting sunglasses in the dark.
When we reached our target area, we snatched up the chocolate chip bars and the chocolate Rice Krispie bars and wolfed them down. Hani, Amy, and Laura were staring amusedly at us. Chae and I giggled, turning to them and letting them know that we had come for the chocolate.
"You're not staying for the discussion?" someone asked.
We looked at each other and laughed again. Obviously no.
As the room began to empty into the lounge and away from the chocolate, we nudged each other. Abort! Abort!
As we threw open the doors and fled the room, we both knew that our plan had been a success.
We sauntered back toward our apartment. I smiled to myself, very glad to have such a great friend and to be at such a great college.
Big Black Snow Boots.
I dreamt about my big black snow boots in my feverish hallucinations of last night. Having awoken to the blessing of a broken fever, I decided that I should actually put them on. It took a bit of prodding and some support from my roommates, but in the end I laced them up and stomped (they are rather heavy) to class.
Upon arriving, a friend asked me if I was planning to play in the snow today. At first I didn't get it, but then I remembered what one of my best friends had said about these big black beasts when I pulled them out a couple days ago: "You look like a little kid who's ready to go make a snow fort or something."
GREAT. That's exactly what I was going for.
Jeremy would later ask me if I'd gone romping in the snow yet. I am still unsure as to what "romping" is, but it sounds like something a person can only do in big black snow boots such as mine.
Anyway, I had payback for all the "little kid" comments after my class ended. The snow was coming down pretty heavily as Laura and I made our way across the slushy road. The other students around us kept having to pull up their sopping-wet jeans and were groaning. I, on the other hand, walked straight into the grass and kicked the ice and water without getting a bit wet.
I couldn't help but smile to myself at the thought that I was staying warm, even if my black boots were a representation of my inability to grow past the age of five.
So will I continue wearing these mammoth shoes? Of course. I don't expect the rest of campus to pick up on the bootie trend, but at least my feet will remain warm when the snow piles up.
Upon arriving, a friend asked me if I was planning to play in the snow today. At first I didn't get it, but then I remembered what one of my best friends had said about these big black beasts when I pulled them out a couple days ago: "You look like a little kid who's ready to go make a snow fort or something."
GREAT. That's exactly what I was going for.
Jeremy would later ask me if I'd gone romping in the snow yet. I am still unsure as to what "romping" is, but it sounds like something a person can only do in big black snow boots such as mine.
Anyway, I had payback for all the "little kid" comments after my class ended. The snow was coming down pretty heavily as Laura and I made our way across the slushy road. The other students around us kept having to pull up their sopping-wet jeans and were groaning. I, on the other hand, walked straight into the grass and kicked the ice and water without getting a bit wet.
I couldn't help but smile to myself at the thought that I was staying warm, even if my black boots were a representation of my inability to grow past the age of five.
So will I continue wearing these mammoth shoes? Of course. I don't expect the rest of campus to pick up on the bootie trend, but at least my feet will remain warm when the snow piles up.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sick.
It is a Monday evening, and I am sick. It feels so strange to say that, because for so long I have bragged to my friends and family that I hardly ever come down with an illness. Now, I am sitting wrapped in two blankets on my sofa, scratching at my four layers of clothing.
The ironic thing is, I'm still cold.
This sickness--whatever I have contracted--has begun doing strange things to my mind as well. I feel drunk, basically. My mind has been floating to all corners and has been taking my mouth with it. I've spouted off the most random, obnoxious lines tonight. I spent forty-five minutes with a trio of engineers and kept making drug and alcohol references and saying "gangster" phrases such as "don't be hatin'."
I was mortified by what was coming out of my mouth, but for some reason I didn't feel like stopping it. So I say something slightly out of character. That is not necessarily negative. Might as well mix my relationships and my life up a bit. With all the drama that has been going on in my life lately, I might as well add a tad bit more to the mix.
Hopefully this sickness will spare me of much more pain. I look forward to waking up tomorrow with the sensation that my fever has dissipated and that I am free to live my life unpretentiously gangster-free and raging-alcoholic-free.
The ironic thing is, I'm still cold.
This sickness--whatever I have contracted--has begun doing strange things to my mind as well. I feel drunk, basically. My mind has been floating to all corners and has been taking my mouth with it. I've spouted off the most random, obnoxious lines tonight. I spent forty-five minutes with a trio of engineers and kept making drug and alcohol references and saying "gangster" phrases such as "don't be hatin'."
I was mortified by what was coming out of my mouth, but for some reason I didn't feel like stopping it. So I say something slightly out of character. That is not necessarily negative. Might as well mix my relationships and my life up a bit. With all the drama that has been going on in my life lately, I might as well add a tad bit more to the mix.
Hopefully this sickness will spare me of much more pain. I look forward to waking up tomorrow with the sensation that my fever has dissipated and that I am free to live my life unpretentiously gangster-free and raging-alcoholic-free.
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