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for the second time in a row, my feet feel like they are about to burn off. sheaffer, will, jane and i walked around cedar rapids for a while. i felt like a tourist, coz sheaffer kept stopping and giving us little stories behind the scenes. i played with a black cat that stuck her head out beneath a fence. she rolled around in the dirt and her fur went from jet black to foggy grey. will and i went to the watermellon social thing the greek folk put together today. visser asked us to go and we did. when we got there, however, i was extremely disapointed. i think the watermellon thing was just for kids in sororities and frats, not everyone else. i walked up to get me a piece of free watermellon, and was told to hold coz they were about to do something.
i held.
and held.
and held.
and finally i decided to fuck holding and walk away from the pure excitement everyone around me was experiencing.
bleak.
sometimes i think i've got too much cynicism in me than a normal person should. as i looked at the scene of screaming girls and boys, while some of them carefully picked up pieces of watermellon on the ground, i was struck with a comic book image that i and a few other people would laugh at. not that it was funny to me, just odd. and really, i don't know why the scene was odd to me, but it was. i think later on i'm going to make a comic in light of the watermellon events that took place earlier today.
fun.
it reminds me of this coin i saw on an infomerical at 4 am this morning. it was 24K gold with 999 (something) silver (something). sounds normal right? this coin was a sort of memorial for 911. the two towers were in silver and they LIFTED up off the coin when you raised them. the voice over said something about the coin being a breath taking collectors item and how every american should own one.
odd. very odd. i laughed the first time. and the second time. but the third time i found myself disturbed. very, very disturbed.
the silver they used for the effing towers is made from the rubble. THE RUBBLE! anyone who buys that is a fucking CREEP.
anyway...back to the original story.
we walked from 12:05 pm (i think that's what time it was. i only stayed at that watermellon thing for a few moments, after becoming enraged at the fact that i didn't get free watermellon--on another note, sheaffer brought up a good point, i shoulda stole a whole watermellon when everyone was screaming in enjoyment and ran off without making a scene) up until 3:30 pm. we stopped by the coffee shop to see kelsey and she gave us free goodies. we left and walked on. this black guy with african clothing let us try this egyptian musk perfume and it smells SO good. then some kids asked us to go to a show at 3 am until whenever. late night music sounds appealing, but so does sleeping and waking up at 8 and being able to function later on in the day. and so it ended at kfc.
anyway, as i write this, i can't help but thinking that i sometimes pretend the hills in the backdrop are mountains. late at night, i look out the window and just pretend i'm not in iowa. i pretend i'm in north carolina. sheaffer made a joke once about pretending in her head that she had a boyfriend and lived somewhere else. that's what i do when i look out the windows. i pretend i'm disgustingly happy, or something. but oddly enough, my whole "i wish i had a boyfriend" thing isn't as bad. in fact, i'd say i almost don't care anymore. maybe it's the fact that i've gotten over my whiney, bitchy, blahblah in a year? afterall, isn't that what college is about?
i think my wisdom teeth are cutting in again.
and i think this is going to be a wonderful year. probably the best.
and now i'm gonna sleep and listen to superglass - we are young
and hope that my bean messaged plant sheaffer stole from salvation army for me gives me a good fortune next saturday...
and i think i forgot to take my vitamins for today and yesterday.
and i need to send destiny a text saying i'm just gunna watch flavor of love here since she's got work at 6pm.
and it's raining all over again.
i held.
and held.
and held.
and finally i decided to fuck holding and walk away from the pure excitement everyone around me was experiencing.
bleak.
sometimes i think i've got too much cynicism in me than a normal person should. as i looked at the scene of screaming girls and boys, while some of them carefully picked up pieces of watermellon on the ground, i was struck with a comic book image that i and a few other people would laugh at. not that it was funny to me, just odd. and really, i don't know why the scene was odd to me, but it was. i think later on i'm going to make a comic in light of the watermellon events that took place earlier today.
fun.
it reminds me of this coin i saw on an infomerical at 4 am this morning. it was 24K gold with 999 (something) silver (something). sounds normal right? this coin was a sort of memorial for 911. the two towers were in silver and they LIFTED up off the coin when you raised them. the voice over said something about the coin being a breath taking collectors item and how every american should own one.
odd. very odd. i laughed the first time. and the second time. but the third time i found myself disturbed. very, very disturbed.
the silver they used for the effing towers is made from the rubble. THE RUBBLE! anyone who buys that is a fucking CREEP.
anyway...back to the original story.
we walked from 12:05 pm (i think that's what time it was. i only stayed at that watermellon thing for a few moments, after becoming enraged at the fact that i didn't get free watermellon--on another note, sheaffer brought up a good point, i shoulda stole a whole watermellon when everyone was screaming in enjoyment and ran off without making a scene) up until 3:30 pm. we stopped by the coffee shop to see kelsey and she gave us free goodies. we left and walked on. this black guy with african clothing let us try this egyptian musk perfume and it smells SO good. then some kids asked us to go to a show at 3 am until whenever. late night music sounds appealing, but so does sleeping and waking up at 8 and being able to function later on in the day. and so it ended at kfc.
anyway, as i write this, i can't help but thinking that i sometimes pretend the hills in the backdrop are mountains. late at night, i look out the window and just pretend i'm not in iowa. i pretend i'm in north carolina. sheaffer made a joke once about pretending in her head that she had a boyfriend and lived somewhere else. that's what i do when i look out the windows. i pretend i'm disgustingly happy, or something. but oddly enough, my whole "i wish i had a boyfriend" thing isn't as bad. in fact, i'd say i almost don't care anymore. maybe it's the fact that i've gotten over my whiney, bitchy, blahblah in a year? afterall, isn't that what college is about?
i think my wisdom teeth are cutting in again.
and i think this is going to be a wonderful year. probably the best.
and now i'm gonna sleep and listen to superglass - we are young
and hope that my bean messaged plant sheaffer stole from salvation army for me gives me a good fortune next saturday...
and i think i forgot to take my vitamins for today and yesterday.
and i need to send destiny a text saying i'm just gunna watch flavor of love here since she's got work at 6pm.
and it's raining all over again.