bored in the library with too much time on my hands.
dad had to take my car to get an oil change this morning to i had to take the old mazda to school. i felt so old fashioned. my hands were all black becsue i kept having to put more coal in the furnace to keep the engine running.
saw this one myspace girl before my class and we made eye contact so i felt obliged to go and say something so i went over and said hi. kinda awkward.
then i remembered i still had a few dollars left in my wallet and i didnt eat or drink anything yet this morning so i went to the little cafe place they have in j building and got a large starbucks coffee because i wanted to feel like a big boy by drinking coffee. so i purchased the drink, a dollar sixty if i recall correctly, and made my way to my familiar seat in the theater. i sat, sipping my coffee waiting for my lecture to start. i was just carelessly looking around, and i noticed a tiny dark spot near the base of my tshirt. apparently a droplet of coffee landed near the bottom of my shirt. "damnit" i exclaimed to myself. coffee stains your clothes and i did not want a weird colored dot on my shirt for the rest of the day.
then, as i was still glancing upon the spot of this arabian flavored, smoothly brewed beverage; something else caught my eye...something larger than before. my eyes cautiously worked their way from below my belly button to the middle of my chestal cavity. my eyes widen with what i saw. Darkness...pure and utter darkness. dark of the closing day, dark of the shadows that plagued the poorly lite theater where i sat. it was like a small sea of drink formed in the middle of my chest. how could it be, that such amount of coffee slowly dribbled its way off the mouthpiece like some falling tear of newborne babe, and what a trail it had! this vulgar expression of new found fate, completely and utterly by chance- with what motive too? drip by drip it accumulated below the mouthpiece, collecting all abled survivors on some last dash for freedom? nay, twas a genocide. treason never did taste so good. but was something out to get me? did i have this coming? did not matter what faith i believed in, but was this fate? slowly and with great perseverance, droplets of brew fell to the fabric of my clothes to be absorbed like a sponge. i do not know of how long such absorbion took place, but i do know it gathered without any agknowledgement. the heat, my god, the heat! where was my indication of the act? i felt nothing this whole time, completely oblivious to any or all acts against me. looking upon the damage that had just been done, a great anger filled my body. oh and what an anger indeed- with justification,of course, but how could there be any vengeance? where is the fault, what was wrong. i examined the cup to see if a faulty cover was to blame, but it yielded no conclusion. i glanced around me at the lifeless bodies around me. what would they do in this situation? i sat the beverage down on the carpet and looked at my shirt. to my convenience, i chose a grey colored shirt so to my hope,the stain was not to noticeable. good lord, to think if i was wearing white. for a few moments i sat there, looking down at this stain before me. i knew some would find humor in this, but i could not give in to any feeling. my mixed emotions on what had just happened eased the seriousness of it. but it was there, right before me. right before everyone for that matter. should i go to the restroom and attempt to rid the stain? im sure by now it had already set in . even if i were to, by the time that all this had happened, class was about to start. so there i sat; me,the coffee,the stain. i wouldnt go as far as saying that a certain mutualism developed between us, but nonetheless i had little chance of changing anything. in a poor display of defiance, i licked my fingers and attempted to rid , at least the stain, from my shirt. failing to do some was not a surprise, i did not expect anything of it anyways. to provide nothing less then a conclusion , my friends, there is where i remained for the rest of my class. as much as i wished i had never got coffee this morning, i bore the full blunt of the result with a chip on my shoulder.
now, in the library, a faded orangeish-gray mark is the only thing left upon my shirt. i will keep my coat on all day and will change when i get home tonight. but lord knows i will remember this day..
my people, i have a long day ahead for me. good day.
-tinno
saw this one myspace girl before my class and we made eye contact so i felt obliged to go and say something so i went over and said hi. kinda awkward.
then i remembered i still had a few dollars left in my wallet and i didnt eat or drink anything yet this morning so i went to the little cafe place they have in j building and got a large starbucks coffee because i wanted to feel like a big boy by drinking coffee. so i purchased the drink, a dollar sixty if i recall correctly, and made my way to my familiar seat in the theater. i sat, sipping my coffee waiting for my lecture to start. i was just carelessly looking around, and i noticed a tiny dark spot near the base of my tshirt. apparently a droplet of coffee landed near the bottom of my shirt. "damnit" i exclaimed to myself. coffee stains your clothes and i did not want a weird colored dot on my shirt for the rest of the day.
then, as i was still glancing upon the spot of this arabian flavored, smoothly brewed beverage; something else caught my eye...something larger than before. my eyes cautiously worked their way from below my belly button to the middle of my chestal cavity. my eyes widen with what i saw. Darkness...pure and utter darkness. dark of the closing day, dark of the shadows that plagued the poorly lite theater where i sat. it was like a small sea of drink formed in the middle of my chest. how could it be, that such amount of coffee slowly dribbled its way off the mouthpiece like some falling tear of newborne babe, and what a trail it had! this vulgar expression of new found fate, completely and utterly by chance- with what motive too? drip by drip it accumulated below the mouthpiece, collecting all abled survivors on some last dash for freedom? nay, twas a genocide. treason never did taste so good. but was something out to get me? did i have this coming? did not matter what faith i believed in, but was this fate? slowly and with great perseverance, droplets of brew fell to the fabric of my clothes to be absorbed like a sponge. i do not know of how long such absorbion took place, but i do know it gathered without any agknowledgement. the heat, my god, the heat! where was my indication of the act? i felt nothing this whole time, completely oblivious to any or all acts against me. looking upon the damage that had just been done, a great anger filled my body. oh and what an anger indeed- with justification,of course, but how could there be any vengeance? where is the fault, what was wrong. i examined the cup to see if a faulty cover was to blame, but it yielded no conclusion. i glanced around me at the lifeless bodies around me. what would they do in this situation? i sat the beverage down on the carpet and looked at my shirt. to my convenience, i chose a grey colored shirt so to my hope,the stain was not to noticeable. good lord, to think if i was wearing white. for a few moments i sat there, looking down at this stain before me. i knew some would find humor in this, but i could not give in to any feeling. my mixed emotions on what had just happened eased the seriousness of it. but it was there, right before me. right before everyone for that matter. should i go to the restroom and attempt to rid the stain? im sure by now it had already set in . even if i were to, by the time that all this had happened, class was about to start. so there i sat; me,the coffee,the stain. i wouldnt go as far as saying that a certain mutualism developed between us, but nonetheless i had little chance of changing anything. in a poor display of defiance, i licked my fingers and attempted to rid , at least the stain, from my shirt. failing to do some was not a surprise, i did not expect anything of it anyways. to provide nothing less then a conclusion , my friends, there is where i remained for the rest of my class. as much as i wished i had never got coffee this morning, i bore the full blunt of the result with a chip on my shoulder.
now, in the library, a faded orangeish-gray mark is the only thing left upon my shirt. i will keep my coat on all day and will change when i get home tonight. but lord knows i will remember this day..
my people, i have a long day ahead for me. good day.
-tinno