i said, excuse me mister.
today was so great...hot, humid, and truly midwestern, in my mind (and my nose...it just has that smell). tonight, however, i sense something is changing because the wind has picked up and the temperature has dropped.
on my walk back from the arthouse i noticed lightning flashes in the distance, and the gusts of wind picked up some dead leaves and threw them at my face. this was a nice moment between me and nature, just poetic...me yelling "fuck" and bracing myself against the wind probably looked really good to the perv who was lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to show and ounce of vulnerability.
no, nothing happened, i just get overly aware of my surroundings when i walk up Ole avenue and across campus to ytterboe. i've never been in a sketchy situation like this, HOWEVER, there was an attemped sexual assault, and oh BOY, no way was i going to be the next vic. count me out, i'm through.
what sucks is that just because i am a woman, i am automatically aware of this. i sense it. before i left the house i asked rachel, who is the closest thing to a man in the house (beautiful little thing, though) if she was a perv and saw me walking, would the presence of a cell phone scare her off or attract her? she thought, for sure have the cell out. so, in the sketchiest part of my walk back up the hill, (after thompson house, before buntrock) i called her to talk me through it. i wasn't that worried, honestly. but it is kind of creepy out right now, anyway, so it's legitimate. her comforting words were "you will be fine" and "you dork, just yell I HAVE MACE every 20 steps." oh, rachie. crazy bastard(ette).
so now i'm in the comfort of my room, having successfully dodged another attempt by an acquaintance to have me help her with math (me...help with math? REALLY?) and listening to the wind scream through the trees in much the same way it does at home. i don't notice the lack of wind here and how nice it is until it kicks up again. but to wyomingites, this is really a pleasant breeze. because if it doesn't derail a train, it isn't worth mentioning.
and, in other observations: i looked at my journal the other day and read them from a year ago. i can sufficiently say thank god for the progress i've made. when i think back to how i was feeling at this point a year ago, well, train-wreck comes to mind. i can't say i regret the experience, however; now i can recognize bullshit a mile away, a skill that has come in handy many times over these months. i feel like a hardened old soul. but in a cozy, i knit my own hat sort of way. (i have an image in my head of what my soul looks like, remind me to draw it for you one of these days).
and tim, if you read these anymore...i really miss your writing and musings. (you should get christine fellows, by the way. GIRL BONER)
anyway, i have the room to myself at the moment, so fuck homework...bring on gilmore girls.
on my walk back from the arthouse i noticed lightning flashes in the distance, and the gusts of wind picked up some dead leaves and threw them at my face. this was a nice moment between me and nature, just poetic...me yelling "fuck" and bracing myself against the wind probably looked really good to the perv who was lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to show and ounce of vulnerability.
no, nothing happened, i just get overly aware of my surroundings when i walk up Ole avenue and across campus to ytterboe. i've never been in a sketchy situation like this, HOWEVER, there was an attemped sexual assault, and oh BOY, no way was i going to be the next vic. count me out, i'm through.
what sucks is that just because i am a woman, i am automatically aware of this. i sense it. before i left the house i asked rachel, who is the closest thing to a man in the house (beautiful little thing, though) if she was a perv and saw me walking, would the presence of a cell phone scare her off or attract her? she thought, for sure have the cell out. so, in the sketchiest part of my walk back up the hill, (after thompson house, before buntrock) i called her to talk me through it. i wasn't that worried, honestly. but it is kind of creepy out right now, anyway, so it's legitimate. her comforting words were "you will be fine" and "you dork, just yell I HAVE MACE every 20 steps." oh, rachie. crazy bastard(ette).
so now i'm in the comfort of my room, having successfully dodged another attempt by an acquaintance to have me help her with math (me...help with math? REALLY?) and listening to the wind scream through the trees in much the same way it does at home. i don't notice the lack of wind here and how nice it is until it kicks up again. but to wyomingites, this is really a pleasant breeze. because if it doesn't derail a train, it isn't worth mentioning.
and, in other observations: i looked at my journal the other day and read them from a year ago. i can sufficiently say thank god for the progress i've made. when i think back to how i was feeling at this point a year ago, well, train-wreck comes to mind. i can't say i regret the experience, however; now i can recognize bullshit a mile away, a skill that has come in handy many times over these months. i feel like a hardened old soul. but in a cozy, i knit my own hat sort of way. (i have an image in my head of what my soul looks like, remind me to draw it for you one of these days).
and tim, if you read these anymore...i really miss your writing and musings. (you should get christine fellows, by the way. GIRL BONER)
anyway, i have the room to myself at the moment, so fuck homework...bring on gilmore girls.