D.U.K.E. Who the fuck you come to see?
So today I was in a hurry, as per usual, sprinalking (sprinting-walking) down the kilgo J steps right before the kilgo arch with my pointed gait and my fierce composure and i hear this loud ipod behind me. it's playing ciara's "and i." so i turn around and it turns out it's two guys that are listening to this music. they look friendly, so i don't know what possessed me to, but somehow i've always felt i had the right to talk to anyone, no matter who they were or how important or how famous. so i say to the one with the ipod "are you listening to ciara's 'and i'? that's a good song. one of my favourites." And he and his friend both just sort of look at me for a second, but then he breaks into a smile and is like "yeah, it's a cool song" and i reply "i never thought YOU would like it, haha" and the other one smiles and nods at me and then i bounce away to the women's center for my 4 hours of meetings during finals week. Turns out my resident was behind me and was going to "make his move" aka talk to these two b/c apparently, they're like famous duke bball players. or they will be. as soon as they're not freshman. later on that night when i was hanging out with my (male) residents, he brought it up: "apparently cat's friends with Nolan Smith now." I'm like "who's nolan smith?" and jaws drop across the room. And later he tells me the other one was Taylor King. I like how i just sort of randomly decided to talk to them. And it was a perfectly normal and enjoyable but brief convo. Oh well, i knew who J.J. was and that's pretty important, right?