On Cursed Sweatshirts
first of all, www.pitofglee.net -- thats my real site now
and i just doubled my daily calories in raisins. fuck my insanely strong stomach and inability to be sick right now.... id feel SO much better
anywho, moving right along...........
There are two things you need to know for this post to make any sense:
1) No one in my family has ever owned an article of clothing from the college that they went to
2) I am cold all the time
This story starts a good 8 years ago, when my brother first went to college. From that day on, christmas became a giving of tshirts and various paraphenalia from the college that the kid goes to. I owned tshirts from santa clara, trinity, even Queen’s college when my grandmother took and aced college calculus courses “because she enjoyed it”. None of us owned anything from our own school. Three of us had gone from Sunset and not one had at any point owne a Sunset sweatshirt. Nothing so much as a tshirt, or a branded pair of socks. The christmas was adorned with Trinity christmas ornaments, but Alice herself never wore anything from there.
It became the family joke, so much so that for graduation my sister was CERTAIN to get me a sweatshirt from PSU, where I intended to go to college. We all laughed that this meant that i was cursed never to graduate.
Less than a month later, my mother gets a text at 3 in the morning reading as such: “I have to switch colleges. Now.” A few weeks later, I was enrolled at OSU, and the PSU sweatshirt became yet another symbol of my family long-standing and absolutely absurd tradition.
And then I got the job at the bookstore. I was a teenage girl with an income and an employee discount card working 20+ hours a week in an apparel department. And I had to work the football games, which meant spouting school spirit, which meant that I felt obligated to buy my very first OSU tshirt. It was outrageously cheap and bright orange, sporting a beaver and the OSU logo. I told my mum what i’d done, and she told me that it probably was an ill omen and that id never graduate.
I should have seen it coming. I should have let it end there. yet my first paycheck and the bitterly cold mornings combined to result in the ultimate evil: i bought an OSU sweatshirt. and i loved it.
And not even a month later, im making plans for transfering to UO
we’re all blaming the sweatshirt
and i just doubled my daily calories in raisins. fuck my insanely strong stomach and inability to be sick right now.... id feel SO much better
anywho, moving right along...........
There are two things you need to know for this post to make any sense:
1) No one in my family has ever owned an article of clothing from the college that they went to
2) I am cold all the time
This story starts a good 8 years ago, when my brother first went to college. From that day on, christmas became a giving of tshirts and various paraphenalia from the college that the kid goes to. I owned tshirts from santa clara, trinity, even Queen’s college when my grandmother took and aced college calculus courses “because she enjoyed it”. None of us owned anything from our own school. Three of us had gone from Sunset and not one had at any point owne a Sunset sweatshirt. Nothing so much as a tshirt, or a branded pair of socks. The christmas was adorned with Trinity christmas ornaments, but Alice herself never wore anything from there.
It became the family joke, so much so that for graduation my sister was CERTAIN to get me a sweatshirt from PSU, where I intended to go to college. We all laughed that this meant that i was cursed never to graduate.
Less than a month later, my mother gets a text at 3 in the morning reading as such: “I have to switch colleges. Now.” A few weeks later, I was enrolled at OSU, and the PSU sweatshirt became yet another symbol of my family long-standing and absolutely absurd tradition.
And then I got the job at the bookstore. I was a teenage girl with an income and an employee discount card working 20+ hours a week in an apparel department. And I had to work the football games, which meant spouting school spirit, which meant that I felt obligated to buy my very first OSU tshirt. It was outrageously cheap and bright orange, sporting a beaver and the OSU logo. I told my mum what i’d done, and she told me that it probably was an ill omen and that id never graduate.
I should have seen it coming. I should have let it end there. yet my first paycheck and the bitterly cold mornings combined to result in the ultimate evil: i bought an OSU sweatshirt. and i loved it.
And not even a month later, im making plans for transfering to UO
we’re all blaming the sweatshirt