Hypothetically, say there’s this girl who you fell for the first time she ever spoke to you. Let’s say you thought her sweetness was a fluke until she started flirting a little. Let’s say you thought it was nothing but then the next week she flirted with you again. Let’s say she put her head on your shoulder. Let’s say she was having a boy friend sleep over for the night, and talks about her nervousness at length. And then let’s say she tells you that she feels like she knows you so well even though you’ve ever spent 4 hours together as you walk her home.
Matt claims innocence in relation to the tub. We have both decided to pretend the murky blue water isn’t there and never ever bathe again.
In the “freaky” category, i returned to the apartment from my PiNu meeting to be greeted by a strange scent. Puzzled, i searched (through our two rooms) for Matt, having passed him on my way to the meeting. However, he was nowhere to be found. Attributing the weird smell to the windows being closed while the heat was on, i logged onto the internet, opened some windows, and headed to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, i found the tub full with a murky blue water. The scent connected; it was Ajax cleanser. I had a panicked moment where i thought i had got up to run a bath during my earlier nap, having dreamed of one, but i honestly wouldn’t have known where to find the cleanser. Then i thought for a moment that Matt had drowned himself, but either way i wasn’t too keen on reaching a hand into the tub. So, i just let it sit there. The water level does not appear to be going down, and in a position similar to my stance on the quarter in the toilet issue, i refuse to submerge my hand to toy with the drain without something like a nuclear-waste-disposal suit on.
At least it’s a clean smell…
My life is a set of neverendingly opened parentheses. For example, i’m currently reading articles on Shafted rather than blogging. However, blogging would only be an excuse not to work on my website. However, one might note that, in general, working on my website is a way for me to avoid actually creating new content for my website. And, typically creating new content for my website is a way for me to avoid doing something else that i should do, like working on new songs. But, really, new songs are just an excuse for avoiding actual social interaction, which i shun whenever possible. Especially dating; i’ll have none of that. Of course, even i were writing songs, i ought to be practicing instead. However, i only ever practice what i want to practice on guitar, not anything that will actually help me to better my playing. Anyhow, even if i was bettering my playing, my guitar is simply an excuse not to do schoolwork. So, really i should be doing schoolwork. However, none of the classes i have right now really pertain to my major, so really i should be in 18 credits worth of different classes. Even if i was in other classes, i’d still be a Journalism major, which is really a bit of a cop-out, considering my skills in other more quantative subjects. Or, at least i should be in a more rigourous curriculum of Journalism, but instead i’m at Drexel. I’m at Drexel because i dragged my feet too much when i was supposed to be looking at various Liberal Arts schools. I was only looking at those schools because i hadn’t decided on a major, and also because i had stopped truly applying myself in school years earlier. And, why had i stopped applying myself? Mostly because i was too busy on the internet and playing guitar.
There, does that make you feel any better about yourself?