“Some days you just have to tell the story of, they are that absurd.”
~Unknown
Here are the bullet points of my day: ALL TRUE
Woke up. Checked e-mails before breakfast, not generally a good idea, but it had been five days since I checked them. Made/ate breakfast and drank a cup of tea. Prepared to walk to the bus, protested wearing clothing to go to the bus stop. Walked out the door. Actually I wasn’t fifty feet from the house when I slipped on a dead rat and nearly tripped and fell. There was a yellow school bus shuttle parked less than fifty feet from me when that happened. People were inside and probably saw me. I squealed.
Got on the bus, people were loud, and I had to use my earplugs (thank you Milo!) to study. I didn’t use the upset flourish though, my dad had perfected that. Studied for a test that was one proof long in logic. Waited for a tutoring student that didn’t show up. Went to the art department, printed a paper for the wrong subject, went to register for classes, came back and went to logic class. I found some of the cardboard sculptures in the PUB°.
Noticed a blood drive sign on campus (the tier next to the theater above the library), I thought it would be a wonderful idea to donate blood. Walked to the art department. When collecting a pile of vessels I had made I spilled handmade beads all over a table and the floor, it took three people to collect them all. Remembered that I wanted to donate blood after seeing a classmate with a bandaged arm. Threw four vessels, mangled five. Eventually I forgot to collect my drying clay from the plaster slab on the wedging table(I remembered it on one of the busses home). Left class early due to soreness from throwing, I was tired but three of us wanted to donate blood so we went to the quiet dining room to donate. There wasn’t enough time between the time I got there and the time that I was supposed to tutor another student in which to donate blood, read the pamphlet talked to carly. Reintroduced ourselves and she went to donate blood. (I tend to make eye contact with everybody, so it’s weird when someone returns it) left and sat with three younger students soon to be joined by a fourth that promptly informed us that she did “shrooms” for the first time the previous day. Left to tutor, student didn’t show up. Returned to the quiet dining room to give blood filled out preliminaries, paperwork and printout. Met a blood technician named Zak. Began the survey before donation, knew that I couldn’t donate because I still have the sniffles from a cold, but was honored when he said “Aww I was looking forward to talking with you. You look like neat/cool person.” I said that I wouldn’t mind staying to talk, since I didn’t have much else to do. We talked about shoes, “strong like bull”*, dancing, acting, He double majored in acting and science, and is having a show this Friday. He has blue/green eyes, somewhat medium-length fingernails, dusty brownish hair, striped shoes and a nice smile.
Don’t worry, I am usually observant of everybody to this extent, I am not a creeper, I just pay attention to details. I won’t post his phone number, he didn’t give it to me. XP
[Insert plug for his group here… At the Odd Duck Studio on the Cross section of Madison and 10th Avenue in Seattle this Friday at 10:00pm the Human Prop acting team, of which Zak is a member (he writes sketches!) will be performing! GO SEE IT! Tell him the girl with painted spats told you to see him**!]
Also I learned that SCC exceeded expectations in the number of donors that came today. I was sad that I couldn’t give blood, but I know that I will be able to another day. So I left cheerfully thanking those that I could. I made it partway past the library when I completely forgot what it was I was supposed to do in the art department. Face palm. Walked back into the PUB, took a newspaper to read the comics. Went to wait for the bus, debated getting on the 330 instead of the 331, checked the times, and got on the 330. Went to Lake City, got off next to FredMeyer’s wanted to see a couple of friends working there; went inside. Didn’t see friends, bought the last food I’ll be able to buy for awhile. Left, caught the 522 to Kenmore, it was PACKED! Got to Kenmore transferred funds at the bank, went to the library, walked home and as I rounded the corner to get to the house saw the van leaving in the opposite direction.
That was the gist of my day. Now is time to study “strong like bull”. Cheers!
°I know that you’re not supposed to use the degree symbol for a footnote, but I couldn’t find the cross… The PUB is the acronym for the Pagoda Union Building on SCC’s campus. (Shoreline Community College). Not an actual pub, but an abbreviation. Home to the cafeteria, student government offices, The Ebbtide (newspaper), student store, international office, women’s center, mailing office, staff rooms, loading dock, temporarily houses admissions and registration, with quiet rooms, classrooms, bathrooms and many more offices. It’s a very useful building to be in.
*I had filled the heart/lung “yes I have problems” bubble of which he asked me about. I have asthma, but I have a strong heart, or so I’m told He then added “Whenever I hear someone say that I continue on in my head “strong like bull” in a thick Russian accent.” That reminded me of a story that Marco Carrabba a ballet instructor of mine when I was with Cameo/Carrabba Dance Company told the dancers. He used to study under a Russian lady that would say that even the ballerinas had to dance “strong like bull”. That was an extension of the phrase that was repeated, to which we both laughed. It was funny. It is still funny, and it will continue to be funny. Ha… Ha ha…. BWAHAHAhaha…. J
**I now realize that you might have no bliddy clue as to what I am talking about… ahem, typing about. I had a pair of shoes that I bought and shined for a role that I played in a high school mock trial. I was the governor of Illinois. Yes, I was playing a male part. Yes it was fun, yes I did go all out on the costume and makeup (for which I got extra credit, thank you!), and yes I found the full wool suit that fit me perfectly for $1.00 at the value village in Lake City. I still had them (the shoes) in my closet, and they fit, so I decided to use them, a. because I was wearing out my airwalks, and b. because It was becoming the rainy season, and I need shoes that can withstand the water, and not allow my feet to be soaked and chilled. But I couldn’t wear MEN’s shoes… it’s not… biblical. So I painted spats on them, acrylic paint, I’m sure I have a picture somewhere. Now they are totally my women’s shoes… right?
If I highlight anything it’s because I have made a mental note to remember something having to do with that word or phrase. And if I quote something that’s from an unknown source, it’s generally because I made it up. I am brilliant, but also too modest to tell you that.
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