whaaaaaat
so i'm on my way to the class i am now in, bio 100, which i am convinced i have not learned A THING in, and i had a lil realization.
people must think i'm crazy because i'm walkin along, and i TOTALLY get so into whatever i'm listening to and so therefore i'm ALWAYS mouthing the words, possibly singing them under my breath. and so today i just noticed that some people sorta look at me and i'm like...ahh! i'm mouthing! semi-charmed life is such a happy song though...
the sky was gold it was rose i was takin sips of it through my nose
okay maybe not the very last part, whatever...it's fun to sing. and walk to. ha.
hahaha shit, i and i don't really know what to say about that, but i just think it's so funny because there is no way in hell i'm going to stop and i don't honestly care, but at the same time it's like, oh yeah...i'm in public, not in music video dream world...and then...i end up here in biology and the reality is even more apparent. ah shit...
another thing on the way here -
walking down this stretch of sidewalk and i see this old guy coming at me. he has a pretty visible limp and he's pulling this old school suitcase along the ground with this strap that is attached to the corner of the suitcase. it's this old, plastic-that's-trying-to-be-leather (i guess that would be PLEATHER if i would actually THINK before i type) that's scratched and therefore a pretty ruinous color that used to be navy. and all at once, when i'm passing him, i get this amazing side glimpse where i notice that there's a yellow cross that has been put on the suitcase and it's made of tape. his arm is exposed and he's got one of those old, completely blurred because of time tattoos. the navy anchor. it's moments like that (which happen ALL THE TIME and it's SOOO painful for me) that i wish i could take his picture. i know you can't just run around taking people's pictures and then run off, but i just thought he was so amazing...it was such a cool thing to see and wonder what he's been through and where he was lugging that suitcase. whenever i leave my camera at home, i regret it.
oh, rarr.
people must think i'm crazy because i'm walkin along, and i TOTALLY get so into whatever i'm listening to and so therefore i'm ALWAYS mouthing the words, possibly singing them under my breath. and so today i just noticed that some people sorta look at me and i'm like...ahh! i'm mouthing! semi-charmed life is such a happy song though...
the sky was gold it was rose i was takin sips of it through my nose
okay maybe not the very last part, whatever...it's fun to sing. and walk to. ha.
hahaha shit, i and i don't really know what to say about that, but i just think it's so funny because there is no way in hell i'm going to stop and i don't honestly care, but at the same time it's like, oh yeah...i'm in public, not in music video dream world...and then...i end up here in biology and the reality is even more apparent. ah shit...
another thing on the way here -
walking down this stretch of sidewalk and i see this old guy coming at me. he has a pretty visible limp and he's pulling this old school suitcase along the ground with this strap that is attached to the corner of the suitcase. it's this old, plastic-that's-trying-to-be-leather (i guess that would be PLEATHER if i would actually THINK before i type) that's scratched and therefore a pretty ruinous color that used to be navy. and all at once, when i'm passing him, i get this amazing side glimpse where i notice that there's a yellow cross that has been put on the suitcase and it's made of tape. his arm is exposed and he's got one of those old, completely blurred because of time tattoos. the navy anchor. it's moments like that (which happen ALL THE TIME and it's SOOO painful for me) that i wish i could take his picture. i know you can't just run around taking people's pictures and then run off, but i just thought he was so amazing...it was such a cool thing to see and wonder what he's been through and where he was lugging that suitcase. whenever i leave my camera at home, i regret it.
oh, rarr.