Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Err… in case it wasn’t clear, i wasn’t directly implicated in the split lip … reading that entry over it almost makes it seem like i punched her and then contemplated using that pick up line, which i think portrays me as slightly more desperate then i usually come across. However, don’t totally discount the invitation to punch me in the lip. Especially if you’re cute.
by krisis
Have you ever asked someone with a bruised lip if you could kiss it to make it better? It seemed like such a good idea at the time (while staring at the cutest swelled lip i’ve ever seen in my life, as swelled lips go), but in retrospect i’m not sure how well it would’ve went over. Someone ought to punch me in the lip and then ask me if i want a kiss to see how i react…
by krisis
It’s funny, but already at 19 everyone looks familiar. The overwhelming feeling i have when i meet people now is not “Oh, a new person” but instead “Oh, someone who resembles person X in Y way.” I think this whole phenomenon first reared it’s familiar head over the summer while i was working at Orientation as a way for me to quickly associate my student’s faces if not their names. Sometimes it’s not even a face that i associate, but a haircut or a behavior, but either way it makes for a very uncomfortable sense of Deja-Vu when i meet new people as i found myself doing last night.
by krisis
I didn’t know that they still made Zima. Does anyone else remember when that first came out? Jesus… i wonder if the Zima i saw was just overstock from back then…
by krisis
Any time i get farther away from the city than the mall-ridden accessible suburbs, i get freaked out. To me, riding out to Millersville or Bloomsberg is roughly equivalent to a plane dropping me in the middle of a cornfield in Nebraska. It’s rather amusing, because i’m not of those “MAC machine, cell phone, newsstand, food truck” city people, but i am one of those “instant accessibility, constant public transportation, city skyline at night, traffic lights as opposed to rampaging cows” people. Meeting and chatting with students from Ursinus College was especially amusing/jarring, because i narrowly chose Drexel over Ursinus within the last two possible days before matriculation. Ursinus was a nice place, and i would have been a very valued student there, but it was just too goddamned far away from my precious precious skyscrapers. I could learn to love the country, but i’d need a really freaking fast internet connection, a driveway shorter than a third of a mile, a credit card with good online fraud protection, and my own car. In other freaky news, i would have definitely been a PiNu pledge at Ursinus, which means in the alternate reality of my life i would’ve just met the entire Drexel posse today for the first time. In that reality i eventually learned to like beer because that’s what everyone drank, and i learned to accept my theatre classes because Ursinus doesn’t have a straight Communications degree, and i learned to accept that going to a concert would be an all day event back in Philly. In short, i would have learned to compromise all of the things that i take for granted because without them i’d probably just curl up into myself and wither away.