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| Please note, this post has little to do with a man or mankind, really. "Man" here is used as an interjection. As in:
Man, Sofie looks good without any clutter. Maybe I should leave her like that...?
Actually, this post does sort of have to do with a man/mankind.
I may have mentioned (in a past post filled with too much information) that I like a dude to whom I haven't spoken. Today, I nearly spoke to him. I sat around and got super nervous and therefore nauseated before class thinking about talking to him, and then, as the end of class approached, I got super nervous/nauseated again.
And then. I was a creeper. I waited around for him, but ...
As I write this, I'm worrying, "What if he reads this?" If he read my xanga, I wouldn't be in this situation. Then, I worry, "What if other people from class read this?"
Oh, Internet, ever-blurring my perception of private and public.
Oh yeah, the point is, I could not speak to him after class. I would have. I was ready. I was waiting in ambush. I promise, promise, promise that I would have talked to him. I had a perfectly normal and "that makes sense" topic of conversation prepared, too, and it would have been only mildly strange that I led with: "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while."
Anyway, yeah, I couldn't talk to him after class because he and our professor were talking. I realize I accidentally built up the suspense like there was a really dramatic reason why I didn't end up talking to him, but that's it.
Waiting outside of class for a guy is one thing. Waiting outside of my professor's office for him is another.
Yes, Charles, next year's writing project will be the romantic-comedy based on my life, a life in which the only crises encountered are either imaginary or have to do with locking oneself out of one's apartment.
Anyway, Laura is here, and we got pie. | | |
| NOTICE:
My bff/fsil* Laura flew in last night, so I've no time to do anything fun like make a sofa this week. Just did homework after getting dinner in Berkeley after shopping in San Francisco after getting macarons and coffee at the Ferry Building after having lunch in Berkeley after visiting Coit Tower after driving down Lombard after having Starbucks in Hayward after waking up after sleeping after getting dinner near Berkeley after meeting up with Laura at the airport.
*acronyms that stand in for: best friend forever and future sister-in-law, FYI.
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| I've decided to start titling my posts, if you hadn't noticed. This one is kinda grasping at straws, scraping the bottom of the barrel, etc.
I went to Goodwill yesterday to see about getting a coat that would be able to weather Winter Quarter here in the Bay Area. I was hoping to have as much luck as my brother, David, who found his awesome corduroy coat at a thrift store:
 (David and Laura moments after becoming engaged last December) (Photo stolen from Laura's Facebook without permission (hence "stolen")) The coat I found yesterday is like David's coat's sister:  It's actually more brown than that, and while it doesn't do much for my figure, it's nice and cozy. Then, I found this gorgeous, orangey corduroy jacket:  While it fits very nicely, it's really hard for me to button the buttons right under the sleeve, so I don't know how often I'll wear it. And then, I picked up this cotton jacket:  In real life, it's missing all but the cuff buttons, but the length and cut seemed really slimming when I tried it on, so I got it. The first was $7.99, and the second and third were $5.99. I'm not exactly sure what the difference between a jacket and a coat is (growing up in Southern California has made me ignorant), but I think I'm right in calling the first a coat and the others jackets. I could wear the first one over the third one, and while the second is lined, it isn't very heavy.
Also, I found a Calvin Klein dress with the tags still attached. I would have drawn that too, but by the time I had those three drawn, I'd lost momentum. It's a light-blue strapless, knee-length dress with a natural waist and some interesting diamond pleating on the skirt. It also was $7.99.
Can you tell I've been watching Project Runway? | | |
| I have another short story due on Tuesday, so I got all pepped up (excited?) today to sit down and just write a story that was complete (not the first chapter of something) and cohesive. Then, while I was brainstorming (something I don't often do (probably for good reasons)), I wrote down this idea: "Collection of vignettes about the residents of a quiet street," and that led to the idea, "Take a bunch of slings from Inkslinging and tweak them a little so they all take place on one street, oh, and be sure to over-research a specific street in Buffalo and make a chart of the addresses of the houses on that street and who lives where."
And once you have your slings selected and pasted into your word processor, print them out and move them around on your floor until you find an order you like. Then, type them back into the word processor in that order and make the necessary changes to the vignettes along the way.
So now I have 19 pages of short little vignettes that take place on the 800-block of Potomac Avenue in Buffalo, NY (which I thoroughly researched on Google maps and which is conveniently located next to Forest Lawn Cemetery (perfect for the peculiar number of slings I've written which take place in cemeteries or involve someone ending up there)). Also through this research, I learned that a whole bunch of the houses I like, with the windows and the bathtubs and the slantiness, are called "Buffalo Doubles" which explains why there are so many of them on Buffalo Craigslist.
Anyway, my point is that I spent all day putting it together, but now, I'm not sure if it's something I ought to turn in as I'm not sure that it's actually a short story. And also, I'm all tuckered out from writing, but I haven't written anything today that is eligible to be posted on Inkslinging.
Also, I need more Wheat Thins for my tuna.
P.S. Seeing as all of the "vignettes" that I used are on Inkslinging in some fashion, I'm probably not going to post the compilation here, but . . . maybe I'll put links to the slings I used if anyone is interested. | | |
| This week's sofa is brought to you by photobucket. Don't ask me.
I turned in another essay for Poetry today. I think it's better than the last one. This time the assignment was to examine the use of imagery or symbolism in a poem, and I'm pretty sure that I did that this time. We'll see what happens.
Random middle-aged man who was stopped at an intersection rolled down his window, and as I crossed in front of him on my way to the bus stop, he told me that I had a beautiful smile. I am unsure whether to be flattered or weirded-out.
My fiction workshop which is scheduled from 4 to 5:50 lasted from 4 to 4:40 today. We had three short short stories to discuss, and I guess we are just super at discussing stories. Since we were out early, I went and got my hair cut. Nothing new. I was just beginning to look a bit like Frezned. | | |
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