Day 34
So, this morning I decided to get stuff done, well, to hang out on youtube and do my laundry. Anyway, I went about my business blasting Me First and the Gimme Gimme's version of Earl and as soon as the music cuts off I hear a faint, yet distinct buzzing and then a man's voice. Now, since I've moved in the fire alarm has gone off several times, each time I try to ignore it. Usually I can't, seeing as the detector in my room is ridiculously loud, but today I was fortunate as the fire alarms were only buzzing in the hall. Oh happy day, I'd thought, little did I know.
I emerged from my room to retrieve laundry when I saw a man in the hallway who had a walkie talkie in hand, he smiled at me and started fucking with the fire alarm box on the wall, like he knew what he was doing and then the buzzing happened (AGAIN) and he said into his walkie talkie, "Smoke on the third floor." I smiled and waved at him, he did the same back to me, never once concerned about the alleged smoke. I returned to my room and again I heard the fire alarm's faint buzz, but this time the man's voice was clear, "Smoke on the third floor." Repeat this at least 14 times and you have my morning/afternoon. Sure, I could've left but really after the sixth time I wanted to see how many more times he'd do the same thing.
As usual today during class a friend and I exchanged silly notes about pretty boys. An activity that we engage in on a daily basis, but today I was sitting directly across from our instructor. Every time I slid the paper to my neighbor he was looking at me. At first I immediately looked away, but every time I checked to see if he was still looking he was. I tried really hard to change my approach and look directly at him and nod, but as soon as my eyes met his I knew he could see my (as he would put it) artifice.
He never once commented on our note passing I can't tell if it's because he'd had a brain tumor removed earlier in the week and because of his near death experience didn't (at least for now) didn't care about petty stuff OR maybe somehow he knew that by him not saying anything he'd make us feel even guiltier for our actions as they were too juvenile to even mention. I think we'll continue to pass notes and see what happens, unless of course we don't see any pretty boys to write about.
Tonight I was out with friends from my program and I was having a hormonal freakout (semi-different from my normal freakouts, in the sense that I could cry at any second). I whined endlessly to them that I was worried that I wasn't a good enough writer to be in the program and that I was fretted about submitting pieces. In an attempt to comfort me (I think) one said that I am a good writer or I wouldn't even be here. I asked him why and he told me (also by consensus of the table) that the program we are in is like third in the country prestige-wise. This comment became the antithesis of comfort. So, I got into this program by probably a computer error and now have to run with super awesome writers, great. And, then my sage like companions told me to relax!
So, if you read my blog post from yesterday (why would you it's self indulgent crap) you will note that I fell in love with a valiant giant. Today I got up enough courage and word power to tell this giant that he was my hero, before my face was full of hives and I skipped away like a 1st grader. Tonight a friend of mine sat beside him at supper, I spent most of meal time trying to get her attention to mouth to her how pissed off I was that she sat right next to the very guy that I had told her I was in love with. How dare she?
Tonight after coming home realizing what I got into (how awesome I am gonna have to be to play with the big writers) I checked my email hoping to find tons of my friends having written me gushy messages on facebook, but instead I found an email from my friend telling me that she, after having spoken to my gorgeous crush thoughout dinner, thought that he was probably married. If it weren't for beer and the fact that my zit on my face won't be able to pop until tomorrow I swear...
-Canadian Castaway
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