WAG - Snapshots
I don't have time for a full post today – sorry – but I would like to recount some various instances. These are totally unrelated and almost pointless. I have provided just enough background and context to see a glimpse, but that’s all.
Enjoy.
In the ever-escalating war against the snooze alarm and the quest for more sleep (being doled at 5 minutes at a time), I still manage to shake myself awake with over an hour before class. Due to the cooler weather reports, a lengthy morning news crunch, and general lethargy, I still must scramble to make it to class on time.
I spent lunch with my friend Leah and we had our usual conversation where we discuss/dissect/and otherwise swap stories about our lives, work, relationships, school, and anything else under the sun that peaks our interest. We typically arrive during the lunch crunch, but are still there long after the food workers have finished their afternoon break. No major revelations revealed today, but that’s normal. We tell only stories… and we break for NBC’s Passions (or our tape recording of Gilmore Girls). That’s it.
I spent hours crafting a fancy sign for my door “The Nerve Center of www.theworldaccordingtogap.blogspot.com. Considering how simple it is to say, the layers of construction paper, piles of markers, and liberal application of scotch tape and Elmer’s glue tell me I could have gotten many more things completed in the same amount of time. Though the sign is really cool.
I watched Disney’s animated cartoon Recess and had discussions about how you can’t truly appreciate the cartoon until you get to high school (since you recognize what you no longer have and get nostalgic for old days [being bummed about in-door recess during rainstorms, the quest for the good kick ball, or the Zen that is achieved simply running around in circles for no good reason]).
I saw an abandoned fountain drink balanced on the sidewalk as I was about to cross the street to catch my ride to band. I decided to give it a slight kick. I didn’t know that it was nearly full, and I caught it with the side of my foot, and I and ended up spraying a jeep parked nearby. Staring straight forward I head directly toward my waiting ride, filled with people gaping at me. I wait until I’m in the car before asking, “There wasn’t anyone in that jeep was there?” Laughing, they tell me the cup actually ended up balanced on the hood of the jeep, and I swerve around to catch a glimpse, but we’re already around the corner by then.
During the shortest wedding I have attended ever (going through the reception line took almost as long as the ceremony itself), I was nearly peppered with baby powder and almost had my eyes gauged out by a two-year old bouncing on my girlfriend’s lap (who she’s babysitting this week [the girlfriend – not the baby]). The theme of reuniting was sweet. Lots of little details were nice (like the Jessie’s brother giving away the bride, or the pastor telling the groom to “Go and get her,” from the son immediately followed by him half-tripping down the stairs to the platform to do so). The cake was good, the punch was better, and the family photo, with what appeared to be over 30 people crammed on the stage, were all quite a sight to behold.
Due to previous engagement, and the fact my girlfriend’s parents were quite good at keeping the wedding a secret until last Sunday (or longer if people didn’t go this weekend), I had to catch a different ride home. During the trip, I heard a couple recount tales from their years working on a ranch in the Rockies. I was sure to thank them both for the lift and the stories told.
Once I returned to the dorm and dropped by a friend’s room, I reluctantly proved my theory that I can’t watch more than 5 minutes of Law & Order without feeling obligated to finish out the rest of the episode – regardless of where I come in. Further unfortunately, they aired back-to-back episodes. The only time I left was to retrieve a chair from my room.
Heading out of my friend’s room, after roughly a 2-hour tour, we made a brief comment about the 80’s a Prince music video headed BET’s Wednesday night classic rotation. Instantaneously, a girl jumped into the doorway. She was dressed jean shorts, a tank top with a sweater slung off one shoulder (Flashdance-style), stripped socks pulled up high over a pair of Keds, yellow sunglasses, and a black wig highlighted with silver tinsel.
“Did someone say the Eighties?” she asked before just as quickly leaping out of the doorway and ducking into a neighboring room. Further investigation told us it was the same girl who had the bubble wrap outfit last week. Her sorority is having an 80s tomorrow night, but since she can’t go, she figured she’d dress up tonight.
Finishing this long list of wacky situations, I realize my life isn’t too bad, that it is quite entertaining, and that maybe this cop-out idea of a post wasn’t such a bad thing. Having come to a BS conclusion that sounds plausible, I tap SpelChek. I spend an additional 15 seconds imagining a scene where one criminal chastises another for mentioning The Breakfast Club for fear of invoking the arrival of the newest super heroine on the block.
With that scene done, I come up with a “Say Something” comment line, and deem it good before hitting PUBLISH.
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