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So when I woke up (very late) today and turned my compscreen on, there was an IM from a name I don't recognize, but it was just my buddy Chris saying to call him when I woke up (he was on someone's laptop at work). So I did and he said that his foot, which had sorta hurt last night after our run, was really hurting and he didn't want to limp home (20-25 min. walk), so could I come pick him up and take him home. I don't have a car, so I elected to walk to his work and get his keys and walk to his house and get his car, rather than walking straight to his house and trying to break in (they have this tiny window that's always open that I might be able to fit through, but I would rather not because it's a lot of work to get into) and getting his extra keys. So at about 4pm I threw on my Houston Calls jacket and went out into the rain to walk to campus (that's where he works). Man, writing expositions sucks because they are long and boring. I need to work on starting my stories out interestingly. Anyway, I walked to campus, and was thinking on the way over "hood on or hood off?" because I kinda like having it rain on my hair. S'nice. So I was waiting to cross a street, and some guy was across the street also waiting to cross, and I was the only person in his eyeline, so to mess with him a little I stood still with the hood on and my hands in the jacket pockets, and then a bus passed and I really quickly took the hood off and put my hands back in my pockets before the bus was done passing, so it was like one second my hood was on and the next it was off. I doubt he even noticed but I thought it was pretty funny.
So I got to Chris' work and he gave me his keys. I sorta looked through to see if I could tell which was the car key since there were a dozen completely metal ones, and none had the plastic handles, but then just put em in my pocket. He asked if I wanted him to show me which one was the car key, and I was like, "I think I can figure it out by whichever opens the door." Usually conversation with him is sorta like that; I gotta kinda be short with him to get outta there and to stay sane. This conversation is short, so it isn't really a great example of him, but whatever.
So I left to go get Chris' car, but as I was heading out the front door, this girl stopped me and was like "Is that Houston Calls?" At RIT one time, I was wearing a Central Valley Cross Country T-shirt and a guy stopped me and said "Where'd you get that shirt???" I explained that I got it from my HS XC team, and turns out he went to my rival HS and actually knew some people on the CVXC team that I knew, and it was kinda surprising that we didn't know each other. After we went our separate ways, a friend I was walking with kinda made fun of the kid for asking where I got the shirt, but I defended him, 'cause when you see something you recognize, you wanna say something right away and usually what comes out is not exactly a makey-sensey thing; it's something like "Where'd you get that shirt?" or "Is that Houston Calls?" So this girl asked me "Is that Houston Calls?" which is a weird question but I gave her no grief because I know how hard it is to say something eloquent in that moment. Also, she was really cute. Skinny like I like and big ol eyes. So I was like, "Yeah! You know Houston Calls?" and she said something along the lines of "Yeah, they're great!" So I told her, I says, "I have a few shirts and jackets with bands on them, and I think this is the first time anyone's ever recognized one of em." She totally was all about continuing the conversation because she said "What other band shirts do you have?" (Pause for my moment of brilliance, it's totally coming up.) I answered a bit distantly, "Oh, Sherwood, Mae, The Format..." (here I trailed off ever so slightly and looked away a bit, then looked straight at her and:) "...hey, I gotta do this thing, but do you think I could call you some time?" And it sorta maybe startled her a little but then she smiled and was like "Yeah, let me give you my number," so I whipped out the pen I always have in my pocket and she ripped off a corner of a piece of paper from her backpack and wrote her name and number down and handed me back the pen, with the paper. I said "Thanks," and then added, "my name's Luke." She said her name was Becca, even though I already knew that because I had looked at the paper before putting it in my pocket. And then I went on my merry way.
I went to Chris' house and got in his car and just sat for a while since Chris didn't get off work till 5 and it was only 445. I left at 455 and managed to make it up the hill and out of his driveway okay even though I haven't driven in ages, and then once I was on the road I was fine. Aaaaand I picked Chris up and drove to my house and dropped myself off and went on a run and came back and took a shower and had dinner and also the Ducks beat WSU The End.
So now that I am done writing, I can share with you what I know you've been dreading: I totally made that third paragraph up. That paragraph was the fantasy that I have in my head every time I put on a band/webcomic/record label shirt/jacket/hoodie. I have a Walter Mitty sorta thing pretty much the entire time I'm walking anywhere, a whole lot of the time. It takes me like a half hour to write the scene in my head even though the whole thing's like 2 minutes long maybe. So that's my story for today! Sorry if I got your hopes up or anything.
So I got to Chris' work and he gave me his keys. I sorta looked through to see if I could tell which was the car key since there were a dozen completely metal ones, and none had the plastic handles, but then just put em in my pocket. He asked if I wanted him to show me which one was the car key, and I was like, "I think I can figure it out by whichever opens the door." Usually conversation with him is sorta like that; I gotta kinda be short with him to get outta there and to stay sane. This conversation is short, so it isn't really a great example of him, but whatever.
So I left to go get Chris' car, but as I was heading out the front door, this girl stopped me and was like "Is that Houston Calls?" At RIT one time, I was wearing a Central Valley Cross Country T-shirt and a guy stopped me and said "Where'd you get that shirt???" I explained that I got it from my HS XC team, and turns out he went to my rival HS and actually knew some people on the CVXC team that I knew, and it was kinda surprising that we didn't know each other. After we went our separate ways, a friend I was walking with kinda made fun of the kid for asking where I got the shirt, but I defended him, 'cause when you see something you recognize, you wanna say something right away and usually what comes out is not exactly a makey-sensey thing; it's something like "Where'd you get that shirt?" or "Is that Houston Calls?" So this girl asked me "Is that Houston Calls?" which is a weird question but I gave her no grief because I know how hard it is to say something eloquent in that moment. Also, she was really cute. Skinny like I like and big ol eyes. So I was like, "Yeah! You know Houston Calls?" and she said something along the lines of "Yeah, they're great!" So I told her, I says, "I have a few shirts and jackets with bands on them, and I think this is the first time anyone's ever recognized one of em." She totally was all about continuing the conversation because she said "What other band shirts do you have?" (Pause for my moment of brilliance, it's totally coming up.) I answered a bit distantly, "Oh, Sherwood, Mae, The Format..." (here I trailed off ever so slightly and looked away a bit, then looked straight at her and:) "...hey, I gotta do this thing, but do you think I could call you some time?" And it sorta maybe startled her a little but then she smiled and was like "Yeah, let me give you my number," so I whipped out the pen I always have in my pocket and she ripped off a corner of a piece of paper from her backpack and wrote her name and number down and handed me back the pen, with the paper. I said "Thanks," and then added, "my name's Luke." She said her name was Becca, even though I already knew that because I had looked at the paper before putting it in my pocket. And then I went on my merry way.
I went to Chris' house and got in his car and just sat for a while since Chris didn't get off work till 5 and it was only 445. I left at 455 and managed to make it up the hill and out of his driveway okay even though I haven't driven in ages, and then once I was on the road I was fine. Aaaaand I picked Chris up and drove to my house and dropped myself off and went on a run and came back and took a shower and had dinner and also the Ducks beat WSU The End.
So now that I am done writing, I can share with you what I know you've been dreading: I totally made that third paragraph up. That paragraph was the fantasy that I have in my head every time I put on a band/webcomic/record label shirt/jacket/hoodie. I have a Walter Mitty sorta thing pretty much the entire time I'm walking anywhere, a whole lot of the time. It takes me like a half hour to write the scene in my head even though the whole thing's like 2 minutes long maybe. So that's my story for today! Sorry if I got your hopes up or anything.