September 16, 2003
Strangeness
A couple of strange things happened to me last night, and today. First, I was messaged by some crazy girl who said that her friend said I was cute. Well, I can't really argue with that. I'm friggin sexy. But anyhoo, we get to talking and soon I find out that not only does this girl 'commune' with Mother Nature, and Mother Ocean, but her mother also fancies herself a psychic. And she has promised to train her daughter. Wonderful. So, we launch into a debate/discussion/argument that lasts a good three hours. I don't know if she hates me or not, it doesn't really matter. Sure, I can be really bloody stubborn about things, but I have to really care strongly about it. When we broached the subject of abortion and euthinasia. . .well, I'm sure most of the people who know me, know of my stand on the two most extremely barbaric acts that modern civilization engages in.
But enough of that. Today, I was in my Astronomy recitation class, when some dude walked in, big frizzy hair, with a bloody pick sticking out of it. I was tempted to approach him, and kindly inform him that while he was doing his hair for class, he must have forgotten to remove the pick. Then, I paused. And went through my checklist of style/fashion. You know, just to see if it was intentional.
Kyle's Checklist for Whether Something Is a New Style or Fashion, or Just Plain Carelessness.
1. Does it look incredibly stupid?
2. Are there holes in the clothes, even though they look new?
3. Are the jeans faded although there are no stains?
4. Is the shirt missing an arm?
5. Is there an Italian man's name emblazoned upon the clothing?
6. Did said individual pay in excess of $100 for the clothes?
7. Does it look incredibly stupid?
If any of the answers are yes, then it's a good bet that someone thinks they've got style. Dorks.
Moving on.
I curse my ill fortune! Yeah, I've been saying that alot. I think I've been a bit down. And, I've decided that's no way to live. It's time for me to just suck it up. Take it like a man. No more whining. From now on, I will be invincible. Bring it on.
But enough of that. Today, I was in my Astronomy recitation class, when some dude walked in, big frizzy hair, with a bloody pick sticking out of it. I was tempted to approach him, and kindly inform him that while he was doing his hair for class, he must have forgotten to remove the pick. Then, I paused. And went through my checklist of style/fashion. You know, just to see if it was intentional.
Kyle's Checklist for Whether Something Is a New Style or Fashion, or Just Plain Carelessness.
1. Does it look incredibly stupid?
2. Are there holes in the clothes, even though they look new?
3. Are the jeans faded although there are no stains?
4. Is the shirt missing an arm?
5. Is there an Italian man's name emblazoned upon the clothing?
6. Did said individual pay in excess of $100 for the clothes?
7. Does it look incredibly stupid?
If any of the answers are yes, then it's a good bet that someone thinks they've got style. Dorks.
Moving on.
I curse my ill fortune! Yeah, I've been saying that alot. I think I've been a bit down. And, I've decided that's no way to live. It's time for me to just suck it up. Take it like a man. No more whining. From now on, I will be invincible. Bring it on.
Posted by Narzack on September 16, 2003 at 03:30 PM | 17 Dropkicked