Saturday, July 18, 2009

catch up

Some days are the days when you find yourself standing in front of your bathroom mirror, ironing your blouse with your hair straightener and your toothbrush hanging out the corner of your mouth with toothpaste dribbling down your chin. You have 5 minutes to spare--that's when he's coming. Who, you may ask? The guy you met in the library approximately 45 minutes ago and agreed to a last-minute class-required play-attendance date for this evening, in 4 minutes, 48 seconds. You suddenly catch the falling dribble of Crest from your chin, hurriedly grab your towel while knocking over your hairspray (waiting for it's inevitable mobilization) and you stop. Think: 'How in the world did I get here? Who am I meeting? And why?!' Today was one of those days. You will find yourself here one day, wondering how one agreement led to another: one moment you're reading "A Doll House" and trying to interpret the revolutionary Victorian melodrama of Ibsen, and the next you're booking it down the hill, jaywalking, really, home just as fast as Mr. Franco Sarto can carry you. You plan on showering and doing a full blowout in record time to meet some unknown for a date, for who knows why, and now we're back to the ironing-the-blouse-with-a-straightener scene, and the dribble seems more awe-originated. You will find yourself in this position one day. One day when a series of events makes absolutely no sense at all, and you ask your self how you got to "point D." I've been there before, many times. It's thrilling in it's own right, don't get me wrong, but those moments reaffirm even more strongly that life is VERY interesting. Especially now that things in the love department have spun completely out of control and so far from what I would've imagined. Ever. Stay tuned...

1 comment:

the Petterson Family said...

Ooooo! So exciting! Can't wait to here more... :)