Green Was Always My Color
I had a dream about Tommy last night. the Original Green Power Ranger. Yea, it was pretty sexy. And he's back you know. I was flipping channels the other day and there he was, stuck in Black power Ranger form, holding up an eighties picture of the original five squad, making fun of his own eighties hair. Disturbing on so many levels.
So, its been hard time back on everyone, especially those who went home for Christmas. Rachel is no longer here, so I've been feeling especially isolated. Therefore,I decided, the best thing to do was become active. I am going to go to Water Polo. Unfortunatly, the day I chose, I went to the gym to wait for a ride, and no-one showed up. But I saw Trisha. I went to say 'hi' to her, and I felt like a Grade A Kling-on. "Hi, I just wanted to say hi. You can go back to talking with your other friends now." So you can imagine how I felt.
But I WAS NOT going to feel this way forever. So on the walk home, me and God had a talk. And not to be all spiritual, but I really felt someone was listening, because I was feeling better. I decided on joining the Photography Club (Picture.com sent me a message informing me that my picture was to be published in a book, and i was selected for an Editor's Choice ... It was most likley a promotional thing for all participants, but it made me feel good. Anyway, thats beside the point of my otherwise dark story)Plus,there are a hundred new Americans who got in for the semester, and though it may appear that they are happy, they are probably feeling as lost as I am. Damnit! If I feel like shit, so is everyone else.
So I notice this Guy walking his dog. The dog has large nipples, and agian thats beside the point. And then this tall dark and handsome guy, who I assume is running to catch up with his dog walking friend, stops right in front of me. He looks me in the eye. And I was sober, so peacock boy asside, my adequate judgment would rate him at a mostly-sober 7.9. And he tells me Random and Out of NoWwhere. "You have a nice ass."
I smiled the rest of the way home.
And I am sorta seeing someone, his name is Chris.
So, its been hard time back on everyone, especially those who went home for Christmas. Rachel is no longer here, so I've been feeling especially isolated. Therefore,I decided, the best thing to do was become active. I am going to go to Water Polo. Unfortunatly, the day I chose, I went to the gym to wait for a ride, and no-one showed up. But I saw Trisha. I went to say 'hi' to her, and I felt like a Grade A Kling-on. "Hi, I just wanted to say hi. You can go back to talking with your other friends now." So you can imagine how I felt.
But I WAS NOT going to feel this way forever. So on the walk home, me and God had a talk. And not to be all spiritual, but I really felt someone was listening, because I was feeling better. I decided on joining the Photography Club (Picture.com sent me a message informing me that my picture was to be published in a book, and i was selected for an Editor's Choice ... It was most likley a promotional thing for all participants, but it made me feel good. Anyway, thats beside the point of my otherwise dark story)Plus,there are a hundred new Americans who got in for the semester, and though it may appear that they are happy, they are probably feeling as lost as I am. Damnit! If I feel like shit, so is everyone else.
So I notice this Guy walking his dog. The dog has large nipples, and agian thats beside the point. And then this tall dark and handsome guy, who I assume is running to catch up with his dog walking friend, stops right in front of me. He looks me in the eye. And I was sober, so peacock boy asside, my adequate judgment would rate him at a mostly-sober 7.9. And he tells me Random and Out of NoWwhere. "You have a nice ass."
I smiled the rest of the way home.
And I am sorta seeing someone, his name is Chris.