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Sunglasses, clubs, and the male gender.
Sep. 3rd, 2010 11:32 pmOkay, so here we go. I had class today from 11 to 12:15. I could have gone home right then and did my homework or whatever for the rest of the day. I had two other plans however. First, I searched and searched the house several times this morning before leaving for school. I couldn’t find my sunglasses anywhere. I checked in all of my usual places, but they were nowhere to be found. So with a sunken, woe is me soul I left the house, reluctantly wearing my mother’s sunglasses. This of course happened out of the kindness of her heart, but I had to be nasty in my foul mood and poke fun. “So I’m going to go to school wearing Willy Wonka’s sunglasses?” I asked her, a jab at the amusing rounded shape of the shades.
“Don’t poke fun at the glasses offered to you.” She said, and as fate would have it I did end up wearing them.
So after class let out I walked out into the blazing hot sun and with squinting eyes I walked across campus all the way to Walmart. I looked at their sun glass selection, nothing extraordinary. I found one pair I kind of, sort of liked, but not really all that much. I called mom and asked her if $19.99 was too much for sunglasses. She suggested I go to target, and so I put the sunglasses back and trekked the miles long path over to Target. I felt good about doing it though, so there was that at least. Walking into Target my eyes were greeted with a wall of sunglasses. There were all sorts of sunglasses, ranging from dorky to dorkier, even going to the point of “Who in the right mind would buy these?” Finally I found a suitable pair of sunglasses that would work for what I needed. They weren’t too tight, or too restricting, the only problem was they were not mine. I was thirsty so I went to get a drink as well. Coming back to the check out I had somehow accumulated a 15 pack of multi colored glow sticks and a adorable pumpkin sticky note pad. (I collect paper, well not just paper but stationary.) So I get to the check out and open my bag. What is the first thing I see in the bag? Of course I found none other than the mysteriously missing sunglasses. I stand in line for a moment and nibble at my lip before I gather my small amount of stuff and walk off to return the glasses that I no longer had a need for.
So I return to campus now to wait for another four hours for a club to begin. I heard about the club at Orientation, and I was in the high school version of this same club. So after sitting around for four hours I find out after the meeting that I cannot actually become a member of the club until I have at least 12 credits under my belt. Fantastic. What a wonderful, beautiful waist of my time. Oh! And in addition to this I ran into (not literally) the guy who took me to prom as he sat out at a bench and waited for his cousin to come pick him up. “I was going to call you,” He says, “My mom said I should find out what your breaks are.” Great…. The last person I really wanted to hear say that said it. Starting college I was hoping to meet lots of new and exciting people! I was also hoping that I might break my no boyfriend streak before I turned 19; well I guess the bar has risen to before I die. He is a nice guy and all, but I don’t feel as happy as I should around someone I might take romantically. He remembers everything, and when I say everything I mean every fault of mine he knows of. That is what he talked about at dinner before we went to Prom. Yes, he is a keeper. *gags*
Okay, so then there was also this great big dog that was chained to one of the columns next to the part of the school where he was sitting. I wanted to pet it, so I walked up to him and let him sniff my hand. Once he was done I tried to pet him. He did not want that. So my friend gets this idea in his mind that he will teach me how to touch a dog... Like I haven't been doing that ALL SUMMER LONG! ((For those of you who do not know I work at an animal clinic.)) So he walks up to the dog and ends up chasing him around this column. I laugh to myself as my finger tips skim over the dog's fluffy back, and my friend is still chasing him. Oh yes, and what was it he was suppose to be doing? Teaching me how to touch a dog.
“Don’t poke fun at the glasses offered to you.” She said, and as fate would have it I did end up wearing them.
So after class let out I walked out into the blazing hot sun and with squinting eyes I walked across campus all the way to Walmart. I looked at their sun glass selection, nothing extraordinary. I found one pair I kind of, sort of liked, but not really all that much. I called mom and asked her if $19.99 was too much for sunglasses. She suggested I go to target, and so I put the sunglasses back and trekked the miles long path over to Target. I felt good about doing it though, so there was that at least. Walking into Target my eyes were greeted with a wall of sunglasses. There were all sorts of sunglasses, ranging from dorky to dorkier, even going to the point of “Who in the right mind would buy these?” Finally I found a suitable pair of sunglasses that would work for what I needed. They weren’t too tight, or too restricting, the only problem was they were not mine. I was thirsty so I went to get a drink as well. Coming back to the check out I had somehow accumulated a 15 pack of multi colored glow sticks and a adorable pumpkin sticky note pad. (I collect paper, well not just paper but stationary.) So I get to the check out and open my bag. What is the first thing I see in the bag? Of course I found none other than the mysteriously missing sunglasses. I stand in line for a moment and nibble at my lip before I gather my small amount of stuff and walk off to return the glasses that I no longer had a need for.
So I return to campus now to wait for another four hours for a club to begin. I heard about the club at Orientation, and I was in the high school version of this same club. So after sitting around for four hours I find out after the meeting that I cannot actually become a member of the club until I have at least 12 credits under my belt. Fantastic. What a wonderful, beautiful waist of my time. Oh! And in addition to this I ran into (not literally) the guy who took me to prom as he sat out at a bench and waited for his cousin to come pick him up. “I was going to call you,” He says, “My mom said I should find out what your breaks are.” Great…. The last person I really wanted to hear say that said it. Starting college I was hoping to meet lots of new and exciting people! I was also hoping that I might break my no boyfriend streak before I turned 19; well I guess the bar has risen to before I die. He is a nice guy and all, but I don’t feel as happy as I should around someone I might take romantically. He remembers everything, and when I say everything I mean every fault of mine he knows of. That is what he talked about at dinner before we went to Prom. Yes, he is a keeper. *gags*
Okay, so then there was also this great big dog that was chained to one of the columns next to the part of the school where he was sitting. I wanted to pet it, so I walked up to him and let him sniff my hand. Once he was done I tried to pet him. He did not want that. So my friend gets this idea in his mind that he will teach me how to touch a dog... Like I haven't been doing that ALL SUMMER LONG! ((For those of you who do not know I work at an animal clinic.)) So he walks up to the dog and ends up chasing him around this column. I laugh to myself as my finger tips skim over the dog's fluffy back, and my friend is still chasing him. Oh yes, and what was it he was suppose to be doing? Teaching me how to touch a dog.
