Here I am
There’s this bridge at my school that connects one building to another, and it exists because there’s a body of water underneath it. In the winter the water freezes, and you can see animal tracks traveling from one end of the river to the other. In the spring the water gets mossy, and lily pads cover most of the river. Every time I walk over this bridge I daydream of being able to take photos from the very center of this river water lake thing.
I’ve seen boats on the water so it got me thinking...
I talked to my art professor about it and she was like, “You know… there’s a boat that’s always hanging on the edge of the water. Not that I’m condoning trespassing on school property or encouraging it. Just saying, though. Maybe you and Alex could take a break and go investigate.” Alex is one of the only kids in my drawing class that has any drawing ability. He’s actually pretty good. Anyhow, Alex and I left class for, like, twenty minutes and set out to figure out how I would go about doing this.
Turns out the boat is chained and locked to this wooden plank and just as I was saying, “Aw, man…that sucks..” Alex was like, “I have a canoe.”
LOL WAT.
I was like, “Uhhhhhh? You just….You have a canoe?”
Alex: Yeah, I can bring it if you want. It’s a two seater.
Me: LOL, YEAH, OKAY. I GUESS.
Then he turned to me and was like, “Welp. While we’re out here..” and pulled out a hitter and offered me a few hits. WHAT IS MY LIFE? Anyway, I guess on Tuesday we’re actually going through with it and my professor literally doesn’t care that we’re going to be like, thirty minutes late to class. I’m stoked.
Also! I’m buying a new acoustic electric this week! I have to start buying shit that I’ve been wanting for years or else I won’t have the chance to buy them once I move out (because I’ll be poor).
I’ve lost all faith in OkCupid. Not that I had any faith in it to begin with. I get messages from mostly the uninteresting, the unattractive, and the borderline retarded. I’ve actually found, like, five guys that were interesting and attractive, and we would message back and forth for a while and then suddenly they would stop responding. I DON’T GET IT. And it’s not like I’m saying anything that could dissuade them from wanting to respond to me. It’s not like I’m saying things like, "I think I love you, man,” or, “So, what are your thoughts on the use of child labor in African nations for diamond mines?”
I dunno.
I live in misery.