a chick from Oregon doesn’t own an umbrella?
it was a rainy, rainy, rainy day. waking up to rain is nice, i’ll say. it’s relaxing. it’s good for sleeping. but once you have to get out of bed and walk in the rain to Leverone for Micro, then that rain is some bullsheeit, i tell ya. and i don’t own an umbrella. WHY DO I NOT OWN AN UMBRELLA? umbrellas are good to have around.
i observed and was involved in two strange interactions today. the first came at SPAC. two girls were working out with a medicine ball, and one of them was treating the other like absolute shit. she was obviously dominant to the other and treated her like dirt, yet the other girl basically took it. it was such a sad, strange interaction between the two people. there was a palpable sense of abuse, i think.
the other interaction, if you could call it that, happened on the way to walking to anna marie’s. it was late at night, very dark, and rainy, and i was walking in the alley behind my building. it’s kind of scary back there, i guess you could say, and as i was about to turn onto Hamlin, a girl rounded the corner and walked toward me. she had on a raincoat with the hood pulled up. i think she looked up and caught sight of me when i was quite close to her, and it scared the living hell out of her. she drew in her breath sharply and stopped in her tracks. i asked her if she was ok, but she didn’t respond. it actually kind of scared me.
Gio’s tonight with the posse was good. i beat Mark and Russ at armwrestling, which was excellent, because armwrestling is one of the few manly things that i’m decent at. i mean, i’m not good, but for my size, i’m better than i should be, i think. i’m so petty.
saw my TA from Philosophy, Chad Belfor, this afternoon to ask him how in the hell to get an A on a blue book exam in that class. he informed me that he’d gotten 8 hours of sleep in the past 3 days because of watching World Cup. that’s dedication, man. all the soccer i get is on the Spanish channels, which is ok, because i don’t really need to understand the announcers. soccer is kind of like baseball in its excitement level, and as much as it pains me to say this as a red-blooded, hetereosexual, Republican, American male, i’ve enjoyed watching bits and pieces of the Cup so far. Hank Hill would be ashamed.