Saturday, January 22, 2005

Gag Me

Guess what happened to me today. You never will so I'll tell you.

In the laundry room of my apartment I talked to a guy in my ward who I had never spoken to before but had seen around school. After conversing for a few minutes I asked if he was MK's Music on my ITunes shared music list. He said that he wasn't but he wanted to know why I thought so. I said because he seemed like a Bjork type of guy. His laundry was still wet when he left.

I gagged on almost every call I took at work today. It was strange but as soon as I heard a voice on the other end, my eyes would roll back into my head and my tongue would stick out. This may seem trivial but giving out information while dry heaving is no easy task. The weird thing was I didn't feel sick before or after calls, just during. I can only guess this condition was brought on by the number of times I heard students use the word random when asking for phone numbers.

Between calls at work I filled the time by adding new captions to the pictures in my history textbook. While I was coloring wigs red, in "The Founding of WENDY'S," the words to the hymn "Have I Done Any Good?" came to my mind. I felt bad because I hadn't done any good in the world today and then I kept coloring.

There was no one in my apartment when I got home from work. This never happens. I didn't know what to do first, read journals, eat food or steal money. Of course, I would never do any of those things but my options were open. This summer I spent a month alone in my parents house and I was miserable. After living with my crazy roommate for a semester I think I'm ready for another go at isolation. Thanks, crazy roommate, for helping me realize I don't enjoy human interaction anymore.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Slap Hands

For Christmas I got a pair of safety glasses and I have started wearing them to school. Most of the people in my classes are LDS and are therefore trying to be kind to others. Here's the thing. Prior to this semester, my fellow classmates have rarely said anything beyond “could you move so my friend can sit here” or “What did we do last time in class?” Now almost every person I sit by starts up a conversation with me. At first I thought the newest batch of freshmen was being unusually chatty and then I realized it was the glasses. I have officially switched sides from a girl who is not cool enough to bother with, to a special girl who needs friendship and positive encouragement. The sad thing is that I’m okay with it. Really I am. I’m a project and I don’t mind because I have friends now. You heard me. I have friends now and it doesn’t bother me that they think I have problems. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to attend.