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What are you thinking/doing right now?
The sky is pink. The church bells sing, and yet I fester on the fourth floor at the whim of slow graphic design software and lacklustre printers undrneath the flourescent glare of budget office suburbia...
I also suffer a hideously sore, croaky throat and despite the harsh bite of the Autumn wind, no snug-jumpery-action going on. The walk home is going to be dull and lonely. I should probably pick up some beers and something chocolaterific. Important presentation tomorrow... How can you possibly 'present' anything, when you cannot properly sound out vowels?
My tutor was noteably impressed thanks. Sadly, for the remainder of the presentations she used my work as an example of 'how things should be done' to the rest of the year... which made me cringe and sink deeper and deeper into my seat.
This academic year is just so short it's unreal. I think its something like 30 weeks before I graduate... Shiiiiiiiiiiit.
I'll just warn you before you read whats turned out to be a very long post that this is not an interesting story.
I was sitting in Costa (Do you have Costa in America? It's like Starbucks I guess, only cheaper, and less American), and I was just sketching on the back of a train ticket cause this really pretty design just came into my head and I had nothing else to draw on. So he comes in and gets a coffee, and there is only one other person in the entire place, so he could sit basically anywhere, but then he sits at the table next to me, in the chair right next to me, and peers over me shoulder at what I'm drawing. And then he just randomly says, "You should sell that, you know. It's amazing what **** passes for modern art these days," which kinda confuses me because he's really obviously a student, and the only university college in my town is an Institute of art and design. And then conversation basically goes: Me: Right. Thanks? Him: Can you not afford paper or something? Me: *Gives him weird look, ignores him* Him: What're you listening to? Me: Embrace Him: Who the **** are Embrace? Me: (And then don't ask me why I do this, I have no idea. Because he's quite cute, maybe?) I give him one of my earphones Him: This is ****. Can't they think of any real lyrics? Me: All music with scat singing is ****? Him: Well I've never heard of them, so I'm not surprised. I know pretty much all the good music. Me: *Gives him weird look. Takes back earphone. Ignores him* And then he notices that I have a copy on Big Issue on the seat next to me, and launches into some big passionate speech about how homeless people are a waste of space and how I shouldn't buy Big Issue. And then, because I'm really quite pissed off with having some stranger guy come and randomly start talking to me, and just insult me, and because he's such an obnoxious snob, I try really hard not to shout at him in telling him how you should help people who are trying to do something with their lives. He just stares at me while I say all of this, and then says, "You're pretty smart for a girl." So anyway, I finished my drink and really need to go anyway, so I just get up and leave. Then what I really don't get is, he gets up too, and says, "Hey, I'm sorry, can I get you another drink?" and I just stare at him in shock, and say, "You're some completely stranger, and you've done nothing but insult me. Why the **** would I let you get me a drink?" and leave. ~ Sofi ~ "And so tomorrow there will be another number for the one who had a name."
Today whilst walking back from the main campus through the city park, under some amazing and relatively freak sunshine for this time of year, I was assaulted by two baseball cap wearing teenagers who wanted some money. They attempted to wrestle me into the duck pond.
A mistake neither will be making again until they towel dry.
I was just lying on the floor throwing a toy for the dog and when he jumped to go get it he landed right on target. Oww
---Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost, Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost, What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind---
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This is true. Much re-learning must be done. But I would have stopped had it not been for the horrible much-longer-than-normal time delay of effects (. I'm turning into one of those people I hate. Wes, I'm sorry for your pain but that made me chuckle ) Post Edited (10-29-05 19:16) ~ Sofi ~ "And so tomorrow there will be another number for the one who had a name."
I think if you knew me in 'real life' you'd see an animated smoke trail shoot toward the horizon echoing the high pitched squeal of a little girl screaming.
... Oh dear God... I just sussed who you remind me of Taylor. ELMYRA 'I'm going to love you and hug you and squeeze you and...' *Runs away* Post Edited (10-30-05 10:21)
It's 6 o'clock and it's completely. pitch. black.
Screw you, farmers and builders. Screw. You. It's not daylight SAVING hours. There are still the same number of fucking daylight hours! You're just rescheduling them. Fucktards. Screw you if you don't like getting up in the dark. I DON'T LIKE GETTING HOME IN THE DARK EITHER! And within a couple of weeks it'll be dark when you have to get up anyway! Change your fucking routine. AND now, just thanks to you, scarily large numbers of school children can get killed this winter walking home from school because YOU MADE IT GET DARK THIS EARLY. Winter is so fucking depressing. Post Edited (10-30-05 13:16) ~ Sofi ~ "And so tomorrow there will be another number for the one who had a name."
No they certainly don't. Speaking of the state I just talked to someone from there and heard some words I really needed to hear.
Post Edited (11-07-05 00:02) ---Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost, Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost, What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind---
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