grunge-tastic

Would you like to know one of the reasons my life is awesome? If not, stop reading because I'm going to tell you. This semester, I only have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Besides marrying Conlin and eating pizza, this is maybe the best thing to ever happen to me. My Mondays and Wednesdays pretty much consist of the gym, basketball practice, and homework. Which means I get to look like this all. Day. Long. :

Sad for Conlin and anyone close enough to smell the sweat-stained air than surrounds my person, happy for me. So here's a fabulous song in the name of sweat pants and ponytails. Enjoy.



{Side note: for my initial youtube search I typed in hoe, instead of home. Moral of the story? Spelling matters.}

that time I almost bungee jumped

We're sardine people all smashed in the chain-link elevator. I look down and through the metal gaps see grass and mud blur into abstraction. My knuckles are white from my too-tight grasp. I don't remember clutching nervously at my surroundings, but there are my white knuckles, defying my act of bravery.

And then an acute awareness hits me, twisting my stomach. A truth I've ignored, floating before my eyes, piercing with clarity. I'm afraid of heights. Desperately, paralyzingly, afraid.

"I'm going to throw up." I say.

thank you?

I do not enjoy being trapped in elevators with strangers. I always feel like I missed that class in elementary where they taught everyone elevator etiquette. But then the person next to me talks and I remember, they missed that class too.

Invariably, if it's just me and one other person, the following scenario occurs:

{In an attempt to fill the awkward silence} Stranger 1 clears throat and says, "So, you look like this famous person. I can't remember the name, though!"

And they're smiling so I reply, "...thank you?"

I feel pressure to say thank you because it seems like they're trying to be nice, but I also feel conceited by assuming that was supposed to be a compliment. Because famous is just as much a synonym for 'beautiful' and 'talented' as it is for 'trashy' and 'gross.' There's a lot of middle ground, and I just never know how to correctly respond. Also, note the gender neutral 'the name.' Stranger 1 may not even be comparing me to one of my XX companions.

It's a puzzler, people.

Conlin

Aaaaaahhhhh yeah.