The Case of Saturday in Sweats
Generally speaking, I'm against the prolific usage of sweatshirts, sweatpants, hoodies, blue jeans, and other casual wear that has been adopted as the standard uniform of Allegheny College students. As a result, I make it a point not to wear these items of apparel. Of course, there are exceptions, and like any rule you break, it feels oh-so-good.
Last Wendesday, I got caught in a monsoon while on my way to get help from Professor Deckert. I ended up stripping in the ASG office, drying off with towels from the GAP office, and using an old GAP shirt and buying a pair of Allegheny sweatpants to get me through the morning. I ended up skipping both of my afternoon classes - not just because I hate them - but because I needed a break.
I've been using the sweatpants as sleep pants and I marvel at how comfortable they are. I mean, I'm not going to start wearing them to class like a slob, but I do find myself ridiculously in anticipation of sleeping. Not just because, hey it's sleep, but because I get to wear the soft and cotton splendor of my sweatpants.
Last night, I got a little drunk at TBPL and for some reason wasn't feeling a night out. I found myself having some odd inability to gorge Beast and called it a night around midnight when I came back to the Tower to get food. I passed out close to one in bed, not quite sick, but not quite myself either.
I woke up this afternoon around 3:30 and the sun was starting to get all "red giant close to supernova" tint on me and I felt the need for Judy Kaye. So, after checking that the library would be open, I wandered down into Meadville. I picked up "O" is for Outlaw and Paper Doll by Parker, just some blow off reading to quell my overly academic mind. After that, I got some Burger King and came back to the Tower to relax. That's what happened on the walk, but the walk itself was a different experience.
The afternoon was warm, somewhere in the sixties. I wore my green Allegheny hoodie and gray sweatpants with my sneakers and green sunglasses. The season felt kind, not the sword's edge sharpness of cold, but a sort of dull lethargic stupor that was inviting. The leaves shone in the sundown's rays and reflected the warm colors of autumn's death. Something to be said for going down in flames. It was an afternoon where there should have been a lover on my arm or child dozing in a stroller, both of those absent, but the fondness for them was present. I want those things, but knowing myself and how I operate, they are both long and far away. The death throes of fall engender that sort of nostalgia for the future. What's that word for nostalgia for the future? Longing, but something else...
Now it's dark and I've about resolved to stay in tonight. Study a bit, maybe watch some TV, all of it in the inpenetrable solitude of Towerlife, complacent in my sweatpants.
Last Wendesday, I got caught in a monsoon while on my way to get help from Professor Deckert. I ended up stripping in the ASG office, drying off with towels from the GAP office, and using an old GAP shirt and buying a pair of Allegheny sweatpants to get me through the morning. I ended up skipping both of my afternoon classes - not just because I hate them - but because I needed a break.
I've been using the sweatpants as sleep pants and I marvel at how comfortable they are. I mean, I'm not going to start wearing them to class like a slob, but I do find myself ridiculously in anticipation of sleeping. Not just because, hey it's sleep, but because I get to wear the soft and cotton splendor of my sweatpants.
Last night, I got a little drunk at TBPL and for some reason wasn't feeling a night out. I found myself having some odd inability to gorge Beast and called it a night around midnight when I came back to the Tower to get food. I passed out close to one in bed, not quite sick, but not quite myself either.
I woke up this afternoon around 3:30 and the sun was starting to get all "red giant close to supernova" tint on me and I felt the need for Judy Kaye. So, after checking that the library would be open, I wandered down into Meadville. I picked up "O" is for Outlaw and Paper Doll by Parker, just some blow off reading to quell my overly academic mind. After that, I got some Burger King and came back to the Tower to relax. That's what happened on the walk, but the walk itself was a different experience.
The afternoon was warm, somewhere in the sixties. I wore my green Allegheny hoodie and gray sweatpants with my sneakers and green sunglasses. The season felt kind, not the sword's edge sharpness of cold, but a sort of dull lethargic stupor that was inviting. The leaves shone in the sundown's rays and reflected the warm colors of autumn's death. Something to be said for going down in flames. It was an afternoon where there should have been a lover on my arm or child dozing in a stroller, both of those absent, but the fondness for them was present. I want those things, but knowing myself and how I operate, they are both long and far away. The death throes of fall engender that sort of nostalgia for the future. What's that word for nostalgia for the future? Longing, but something else...
Now it's dark and I've about resolved to stay in tonight. Study a bit, maybe watch some TV, all of it in the inpenetrable solitude of Towerlife, complacent in my sweatpants.