Conversation Snippet

New blog section that I will post when I find a part of an overheard conversation interesting, humorous, strange, etc.

Where: walking to class

Between: a guy and a girl

Conversation snippet: "Well you know, the most common hypothesis of cave paintings today is that they..."

Life is a Fashion Show?

Please help me justify this. I simply cannot wrap my head around the idea that people dress to impress to attend class. Maybe because I was forced into a mockery of a uniform my high school life, but I do not understand. 

In high school, everyone looked the same. Same shoes. Same socks. Same awful skirt. Same shirt. There was no point in fixing you hair, doing you make up or accessorizing. 

This morning at 7:50 a.m. as I awaited the bus's slow arrival, I could not help but notice how my shorts and neon yellow tank top seemed to clash with other girls prim and proper attire. Like how prim? you ask. Well, for example, a girl prances to the bus stop in a knee length, strapless pale cream dress. Her dyed blonde hair straightened to perfection and a headband is donned with a green fake flower on the side of it. I wanted to grab a watering can and sprinkle some moisture on her head, but held back the impulse. 

To be honest, they are lucky that I brush my teeth and slap on some make up to hide my horrendous circles. Maybe I'm the one that needs to change my wardrobe. I just can't see being so dressed up for class comfortable for the four hours that you are on campus. Not to mention all the walking around campus that you do!

Bleh. Not for me. I'll take my shorts and t-shirts, thank you very much. 

Question for the Ages

So my sister was in religion class today and her teacher posed an interesting question to them. At least I think it's interesting. It beckons to my inner philosopher, and yes, I do have an inner philosopher. 

"If you could have one of the following, what would it be? Live forever. Endless money. Ability to read minds. Always being happy."

I obviously knew that infinite money was the wrong choice in this case, so I did not consider it.

I immediately ruled out the last two. The ability to read minds, although in theory sounds like a positive, the movie "What Women Want" ruined that for me. Voices in your head that you can't turn off or control... sounds like a crazy person to me. Not to mention annoying. Plus, what about that mean b-word of a girl that you know. I do NOT want to know what she thinks about me. No thanks. Also, the always being happy sounds like a winner at first too. Let's think about it though. Who wants to be happy all the time? Not I. Sometimes we need to be mad or sad or chill. That's impossible when you're happy all the time. How could I cry in "The Notebook" if I was always happy. Plus, if you're happy all the time, you become accustomed to the happiness, thus your happy feeling becomes normal. Being happy would just feel like the average to you.

Finally I thought about living forever. Although it could be nice, I'm not sure if the drawbacks would outweigh the benefits. You would have time to travel anywhere you wanted, and you could meet billions of interesting people. You would gain knowledge and see the world progress (or digress). Yet, everyone that you would ever meet and care about would eventually pass on and leave you. Also, I ask at what state our bodies would be. Would we keep a young adult body or would our physical being continue to decay for eternity?

I made a complete circle and looked again at infinite money. Although money doesn't buy happiness, this option seems the most practical. The other options don't seem at all appealing and seem to point to a life full of discontent. 

Welcome Back

It's official. I fell off the face of the Earth for a couple of weeks. But back I am! One note: Sorority Rush Week takes over your life. 

Now that I am a functioning, social being again, I would like to fill you in on some things. First, today is the first day school. My alarm blared at 7:15 and up I rose. Unwillingly, of course. The only thing that lured me from my comfy covers was the drafting aroma of coffee being made in the kitchen. 

This year, since I am aging and becoming a mature adult (I use the word adult loosely), I have determined to become a more sophisticated dresser. No more pajamas and unbrushed hair. I will keep you up to date on how the style makeover goes. I have little faith it will last all semester, but a girl can hope!

I moved into a new apartment, and it is the first time that I have a room to myself. It's amazing and still surprisingly clean. A lil Wayne poster hangs in the corner alongside a Bob Marley and a Bourbon art poster is above my bed. All in all, I would say the feel that my room generates is a mellow one. I'm pleased. 

Well that's my update. More to come and on a regular basis, I promise. Right now, I am sitting in the coffee shop of the school library. A great place to people watch, might I add. Right now, I am watching Cyrus, the new employee, run around in a cluster of confusion as he attempts to make seven drinks at once. Always entertaining.

A Day in the City

I woke up today with a mission in mind: to spend my day in some way other than sleeping and eating and roaming the house in my pajamas. 

I jump started from my chaotic dreams at a decent hour this morning, possibly even early. I mean I was in a reasonably alert state before noon. Quite an impressive feat if I must say so myself. With the whole day ahead of me, I realized I could go anywhere and do anything... as long as the anywhere was reachable with a quarter tank of gas, that is. Food, always my main motivating factor, directed me to venture into the city for a dining experience that combined good taste and even better people watching.

I decided to dress for the part. I mean, this is the most exciting adventure I have embarked upon in a while. I threw on a newly purchased dress, applied some make-up, and attempted to do something with my unruly hair. That something ended up being a side braid with my long locks whipped into a bun at the base of my neck. Overall, I decided I looked half way presentable, or at least I would not be confused with the homeless man begging on the corner. I wish I could say that scenario hasn't happened before...

I decided upon a tourist spot to dine. After-all, the bright atmosphere and loaded nachos were impossible to pass up. My waiter, Geraldo if I'm not mistaken, unloaded his case of the Mondays on me, while I stole glances at his shinning, bald head. I couldn't help but wonder, "Did he wax his head to get it that shiny or is that a natural feature of bald men?" It is a hairless conundrum that I have been wondering about for quite some time now. 

After over-eating on the cheesy, jalapeno, sour cream goodness, I decided to walk around the open market, promising that it would burn off some calories and that my wallet would stay sealed closed. Unless, of course, there was something positively unique that must be bought.

As I sauntered up and down the cart made aisles, I managed to resist the impulse to purchase every knick knack that I found slightly interesting. As I gazed at a Bob Marley four cd collection, a woman next to me picked up "The Classic Blues" cd set. I glanced over my shoulder at her and of course made awkward eye contact. 

"I love your dress!" She stated with genuineness. I couldn't help but smile back and reply with a thanks. Maybe my efforts at getting ready this morning had paid off after all. I felt slightly smug with myself to be honest. Confidence boost? 

After a little over an hour of meandering, I set out back to the car, holding my leftovers and two new pairs of sunglasses. Ok... I needed the sunglasses. Who knows the next time I'll be able to find a pair of neon orange sunglasses! It was a now or never situation. I chose now. 

A few drops of rain began to pound on my shoulders, as I unlocked the car and hopped in the driver's seat. On the way home, the rain proved to make traffic horrid. As I sat behind an Escalade truck with a broken tail light, waiting for the light to turn green, I fidgeted in aggravation with my dress and grabbed the front inside by my neck. To my surprise, I felt something poke back at me. 

That's not suppose to be there, I thought, still not sure what this discovery was. I glanced down only to see that the dress tag was perched between my index and thumb in the front of my dress. 

Yes, my dress had been on backwards the entire day. 

Yes, that did happen.

Projects and Happenings

Good afternoon, Blog World!

I am going to update you upon the current projects in my life. 

Books

1. The Lie by O. H. Bennett- - This novel is about a young man who commits a grave crime, but then proceeds to lie his way out of guilt. He spins a complex web that continues to grow and where one lie turns into many others. Will he come clean? Will he get caught? Will this book be good? I'm not sure. I'm only on chapter 5. 
2. Somebody's Gotta Say It by Neal Boortz- - I have not started this non-fiction tirade against liberal thoughts, but it was in the bargain section. How could I pass it up? I obviously could not. I will keep you posted on how it turns out.

Art

1. I am working on a Dumbo sketch ((you know. the cartoon character with big ears?)) The outline is done, but I have to finish the shading. Done in pencil on sketch paper. Don't worry. When I finish the drawing, I will be sure to post a picture of the completed product. I don't think it will take that much longer.                                                                                                                                            Note: Drawing cartoon characters might just be my favorite thing to do. It's a guilty pleasure that I have.                                                                                                
2. I just started on a painting the other day. A random urge to fling paint onto a canvas overcame me, and who am I to resist such urges? It is definitely far from Picasso's work, but I attempted to create a jazz scene inspired by the streets of New Orleans. In the right is a man playing the trumpet, and on the left is another person sitting down playing the drums. The background is a beige slash gray and the men and instruments are in black with yelllow accents. I began painting musical notes in lime green and yellow, but did not finish. The inspiration to create left me as sudden as it overtook me. Hopefully I will finish it one of these days. If I do, a picture will be posted of my feeble attempt at creativity. 

Basically, I am trying to keep myself occupied in my remaining seven days of Summer. A feat not easily accomplished.

Farewell for now.

Sunday Funday

Here I am. Blogging. Definitely did not see that coming. Me? Blogger? Quite a twist, my friends, quite a twist. 

Now I assume you are asking yourself, "What is this blog? How will it enhance my life?"

To the latter question, it probably will not enhance your life. In fact, it may dehance it, just to warn you. As a disclaimer, I do not claim my blog will be entertaining or comical. A gal can hope, but I make no promises. Yet blog I will. 

To the former question, I cannot answer for I have not decided what this blog is about, per-say. I do have a general idea. Life. My life. A life. Life. Think of it as more of a stream of consciousness. A jotting down of events, hopefully entertaining ones, that happen to me from day to day.   

Well, buckle up and hold on tight. We are about to embark on a blogging ride. Accelerator will be used.