Crap weasle
I missed the bus this morning. I saw it screamin down sandpoint way. Bus 75. I catch it every morning. I wasn't so sure about this morning. It was 9:09.
If I had been watching me, I would have been point and laughing. I looked like one of those 4th graders with a care bear lunch box, arms outstretched with a hot pink jansport jostling all awkard on their back. My back pack was stuffed with books, binders, a laptop, my purse and my lunch - awkardly and hurriedly packed so that each corner somehow managed to jab me in a diffent sensitive spot. It was one of those pack jobs where you just jam everything in their and end up with this amoeba mass - you couldn't even describe the shape. The shape is wtf? So I hear the 75. The amoeba is on my back. I'm stabbing the key into the lock. Of course it won't turn the deadbolt because , well, we're 9 students living in a house owned by a woman who realizes that there are 9 students living in her house. We pay her $3000 a month and she could care less if our bolts don't work, our windows don't open, there is a hole in the wall connecting dan and chase's room, the dishwasher door drops and smashes your toe when you open it, our washer and dryer are coin operated, jeff has to secure his door with a combination lock and the front right burner doesn't work. So the 75 is tootin. I hear the deadbolt click. I leap over Sir Pussy Cocknballs V - the orange tabby with a broken tale who spends his day waiting for someone to undo the broken deadlock and let him in. So Sir PCB V is right there. The amoeba and I carefully tiptoe around his broken tale. I jostle past a mexican spraying mats out the backdoor of an Italian restaurant. The 75 goes tearin down the hill. I'm gonna make it. Amoeba stabbing, keys still jangling in hand, my bangs are sticking to my sweaty forehead - I'm definitely not cute anymore. And....its gone. 10 minutes late to class. Crap weasle.
I saw a girl wearing black booty shorts, a fur-lined parka, a wide braided gold belt, and fuzzy boots. Don't forget the pigtails. Who wakes up and decides to go to the University of Washington dressed like they just stepped out of a Nelly music video?
So ya know when you go in self check-out at QFC...and you have something hella random like mongolian bean sprouts or a star fruit? There isn't a code for mongolian bean sprouts or star fruit so you have to push the button "no label". And magically 3 seconds later the computer screen shows that you bought 3 pounds of mongolian bean sprouts and a massive star fruit. HOW DOES IT KNOW? I know the secret. I asked. There's a videocamera. And I felt slightly violated to notice that the camera shoots right past the 3 pounds of mongolian bean sprouts and stares directly at your crotch. Yah. I feel enlightened. And disturbed.
I bought gold fish. I'm pretty happy.
Time to read about the formation of trade routes and economic sub-spheres within the pre-modern world system...Can't wait!
*kissies* i miss you
If I had been watching me, I would have been point and laughing. I looked like one of those 4th graders with a care bear lunch box, arms outstretched with a hot pink jansport jostling all awkard on their back. My back pack was stuffed with books, binders, a laptop, my purse and my lunch - awkardly and hurriedly packed so that each corner somehow managed to jab me in a diffent sensitive spot. It was one of those pack jobs where you just jam everything in their and end up with this amoeba mass - you couldn't even describe the shape. The shape is wtf? So I hear the 75. The amoeba is on my back. I'm stabbing the key into the lock. Of course it won't turn the deadbolt because , well, we're 9 students living in a house owned by a woman who realizes that there are 9 students living in her house. We pay her $3000 a month and she could care less if our bolts don't work, our windows don't open, there is a hole in the wall connecting dan and chase's room, the dishwasher door drops and smashes your toe when you open it, our washer and dryer are coin operated, jeff has to secure his door with a combination lock and the front right burner doesn't work. So the 75 is tootin. I hear the deadbolt click. I leap over Sir Pussy Cocknballs V - the orange tabby with a broken tale who spends his day waiting for someone to undo the broken deadlock and let him in. So Sir PCB V is right there. The amoeba and I carefully tiptoe around his broken tale. I jostle past a mexican spraying mats out the backdoor of an Italian restaurant. The 75 goes tearin down the hill. I'm gonna make it. Amoeba stabbing, keys still jangling in hand, my bangs are sticking to my sweaty forehead - I'm definitely not cute anymore. And....its gone. 10 minutes late to class. Crap weasle.
I saw a girl wearing black booty shorts, a fur-lined parka, a wide braided gold belt, and fuzzy boots. Don't forget the pigtails. Who wakes up and decides to go to the University of Washington dressed like they just stepped out of a Nelly music video?
So ya know when you go in self check-out at QFC...and you have something hella random like mongolian bean sprouts or a star fruit? There isn't a code for mongolian bean sprouts or star fruit so you have to push the button "no label". And magically 3 seconds later the computer screen shows that you bought 3 pounds of mongolian bean sprouts and a massive star fruit. HOW DOES IT KNOW? I know the secret. I asked. There's a videocamera. And I felt slightly violated to notice that the camera shoots right past the 3 pounds of mongolian bean sprouts and stares directly at your crotch. Yah. I feel enlightened. And disturbed.
I bought gold fish. I'm pretty happy.
Time to read about the formation of trade routes and economic sub-spheres within the pre-modern world system...Can't wait!
*kissies* i miss you
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