Instead of studying for finals,
Molly drove me to work today and in a little mishap we ended up blocking two lanes. She was called a "dodo" by a man in a station wagon, which distressed me because that is a pet name for Doris Lo. Also, a French term for sleep. "Metro, bilbot, dodo" (Camus) I am lacking metro, surplus of bilbot, lacking dodo. I was on a phone call and I took out my earring because I didn't want it to jangle against the phone and I was so drifty/forgetful that I didn't put it back in before I went to get copies.
Went to get copies, walked back along the right side as always, saw the flowerpot painted like a pair of overalls, large display bottles of alcohol, beaded necklace like seaweed. At the realtors, overly reflective chrome coffeemaker and tv, both of which I'm nearly sure have never been turned on.
Sidewalk interactions. Hallway interactions. Both are ridiculous. When I pass someone I know, often we will both start talking while still moving away from eachother like our destinations are pulling us from the current location. Slow-walking strangers are irritating but people with similar pace are almost worse- walking right next to them, especially in a narrow hallway. You have to adjust speed (I always go faster, can't stand walking slowly), like changing lanes. But then, you don't want them to know you've moved to avoid their needless interaction, needless walking competition, so you pretend that the far right side was exactly where you always wanted to be. When walking toward someone, there is this climax of awkwardness in deciding whether/not to acknowledge them that can be avoided by swerving or becoming fascinated by window displays, old elections posters. I like old women who smile at me while looking bashful.
My brother received a gift of a head with stuffed-animal eyes, seeds and dirt inside. Hypothetically, you add water, the seeds grow, there is hair. They are just beginning to sprout, all alfalfa-like. It is in the kitchen. It is disgusting.
He just walked in here, a pastel spatula in each hand, did a ninja move, then played spatula drums on my head. What?
I wish I could roll my Rs. I wish I could write about things that matter!
Went to get copies, walked back along the right side as always, saw the flowerpot painted like a pair of overalls, large display bottles of alcohol, beaded necklace like seaweed. At the realtors, overly reflective chrome coffeemaker and tv, both of which I'm nearly sure have never been turned on.
Sidewalk interactions. Hallway interactions. Both are ridiculous. When I pass someone I know, often we will both start talking while still moving away from eachother like our destinations are pulling us from the current location. Slow-walking strangers are irritating but people with similar pace are almost worse- walking right next to them, especially in a narrow hallway. You have to adjust speed (I always go faster, can't stand walking slowly), like changing lanes. But then, you don't want them to know you've moved to avoid their needless interaction, needless walking competition, so you pretend that the far right side was exactly where you always wanted to be. When walking toward someone, there is this climax of awkwardness in deciding whether/not to acknowledge them that can be avoided by swerving or becoming fascinated by window displays, old elections posters. I like old women who smile at me while looking bashful.
My brother received a gift of a head with stuffed-animal eyes, seeds and dirt inside. Hypothetically, you add water, the seeds grow, there is hair. They are just beginning to sprout, all alfalfa-like. It is in the kitchen. It is disgusting.
He just walked in here, a pastel spatula in each hand, did a ninja move, then played spatula drums on my head. What?
I wish I could roll my Rs. I wish I could write about things that matter!