Townline Barber Shop
If you're bored, then you have come to the right place, because this is going to be a long post.
I was doing my daily reading on college humor, and they brought up a good point. They were talking about how none of the friends you make first semester freshman year will stick because they were a "necessity." The way I look at this, is that we're so caught up going out and trying to meet people, we're so desperate to meet the right people that we're not doing what we would normally do. I haven't even gone out and played frisbee yet. I'm not going to meet my best friend here by going up to him and introducing myself, I'll probably meet him at a local show, playing frisbee, or blowing lines.
Tomorrow I will take my own advice and toss the disc around for a bit. Problem is I've been so busy meeting people I haven't met anyone. I don't have anyone that I actually want to toss the disc with. But thats ok, I know some people that like to play so I'll call them up.
Don't get me wrong, its not like I don't have friends here that I call on a daily basis, it just doesn't compare with what I am used to. And I'm not expecting too much, because there are definitely cool people out there.
Jenn was telling me that Kces said we need to dig deeper. I think its the opposite. I think all my future friends are on the surface.
I needed a hair cut so I drove around for a about 20 minutes and a couple wrong turns and I was on the very edge of Hartford City. I saw a barber shop there so I thought why not. If you are reading this you have not been to a barber shop. St. James barber shop is not a barber shop. I have been to a barber shop. I never thought I was a racist, but I guess I am or at least a little.
Anyway I walk in and there're 10 people in there. Four waiting for a haircut, so it turns out to be about a 45 minute wait. I am the only white person in the shop. There was no cash register, all monetary transactions were done from pocket to pocket. The barber (there was only one) had the heaviest rastafarian accent I have ever heard and I barely understood what he was saying. The reason I think I'm a racist is because I didn't feel safe there. Granted the rastafarian guy was talking on the phone about his knife, and saying "me no wan monay, me wan me knife back so when you gown get it", and he had a friend come in who kept talking about his glass, and I think he meant to smoke crack with. I don't think they had scissors in there.
Well point of the story, it was the best damn haircut I've ever gotten.
Boy am I rambling. I wonder if my friends back home have made friends at their school as cool as we all are. From who I've talked to some say yes and some say no.
My sax professor is so awesome. It's not like she's the best saxophone player you've ever seen, I've definitely seen better. But, she might just be the best teacher I've ever seen. She taught me more in an hour than most people who have taught me have taught me in a really long time. That last sentence does make sense, just read it again.
I've really grown to like guster even more here, maybe because it brings me back home, or maybe just because they rock.
Fuck I don't want to stay up late tonight.
I was doing my daily reading on college humor, and they brought up a good point. They were talking about how none of the friends you make first semester freshman year will stick because they were a "necessity." The way I look at this, is that we're so caught up going out and trying to meet people, we're so desperate to meet the right people that we're not doing what we would normally do. I haven't even gone out and played frisbee yet. I'm not going to meet my best friend here by going up to him and introducing myself, I'll probably meet him at a local show, playing frisbee, or blowing lines.
Tomorrow I will take my own advice and toss the disc around for a bit. Problem is I've been so busy meeting people I haven't met anyone. I don't have anyone that I actually want to toss the disc with. But thats ok, I know some people that like to play so I'll call them up.
Don't get me wrong, its not like I don't have friends here that I call on a daily basis, it just doesn't compare with what I am used to. And I'm not expecting too much, because there are definitely cool people out there.
Jenn was telling me that Kces said we need to dig deeper. I think its the opposite. I think all my future friends are on the surface.
I needed a hair cut so I drove around for a about 20 minutes and a couple wrong turns and I was on the very edge of Hartford City. I saw a barber shop there so I thought why not. If you are reading this you have not been to a barber shop. St. James barber shop is not a barber shop. I have been to a barber shop. I never thought I was a racist, but I guess I am or at least a little.
Anyway I walk in and there're 10 people in there. Four waiting for a haircut, so it turns out to be about a 45 minute wait. I am the only white person in the shop. There was no cash register, all monetary transactions were done from pocket to pocket. The barber (there was only one) had the heaviest rastafarian accent I have ever heard and I barely understood what he was saying. The reason I think I'm a racist is because I didn't feel safe there. Granted the rastafarian guy was talking on the phone about his knife, and saying "me no wan monay, me wan me knife back so when you gown get it", and he had a friend come in who kept talking about his glass, and I think he meant to smoke crack with. I don't think they had scissors in there.
Well point of the story, it was the best damn haircut I've ever gotten.
Boy am I rambling. I wonder if my friends back home have made friends at their school as cool as we all are. From who I've talked to some say yes and some say no.
My sax professor is so awesome. It's not like she's the best saxophone player you've ever seen, I've definitely seen better. But, she might just be the best teacher I've ever seen. She taught me more in an hour than most people who have taught me have taught me in a really long time. That last sentence does make sense, just read it again.
I've really grown to like guster even more here, maybe because it brings me back home, or maybe just because they rock.
Fuck I don't want to stay up late tonight.