Awkward?

So, I'm sitting in the on-campus coffee shop with nothing to do, no drink, and no one. Obviously I'm waiting for someone.

Waiting for people is always a curious thing. You can usually tell when someone is waiting, even when they are doing something and seem preoccupied. The person sitting around wholly devoted to study looks pretty well settled, focused, and at ease in one way or another. But they who wait for anyone tend to simply look like they're killing time. Even those preoccupied with books, magazines, or even homework.

Usually, it seems like there is an air of awkward surrounding a waiting person. It is the rare character, I have found, that can wait in perfect ease. They are the ones that either always have a perfectly fine plan B or they know that no matter what, whoever they are waiting for will show up and there are no questions to ask. They know whoever it was didn't forget, has a great reason for running late, is typically late, or the waiting person arrived early and knows it.

So, I'm sitting here, in the coffee shop, waiting for a friend of mine (with nothing to do or drink) so we can buy each other a drink as a way to say thank you for helping each other with our bulletin board projects. It's rather amusing, why we're even meeting; but it just takes on a whole new element when they run fashionably late for the purpose of buying someone else a coffee.

And she has come! YAY!

A bit of rhyme

While feeling so inclined to post, yet lacking subject matter to post about, I began hunting through my doc files and ran across a poem I wrote in September. I opened it, re-read it, added a stanza, and now think it's something close to presentable. Not being particularly fond of this poem, and not seeing much harm in letting the world see it, I post it here for the whole 6 of you that actually meander to my blog on occasion.

There Were Four

Four there sat and then sat one
'Round a table under sun.
One by one they walked away
And in between the trees did stray.
Now I sit here and do not stir
Unless we lose the things that were
And they are swept away by time
And others come with their own rhyme.
As long as one sits, mem’ry’s there
And one can then the mem'ry share

But if all stand and move away
Then all is lost to yesterday
And things we did and things that done
Shall be lost always under sun.

Four there sat and then sat one
'Round a table under sun
One by one they went away
And have left me behind to stay
But now I too shall up and leave
And in the trees I’ll stray.

written - September 14, 2007 - edited - Nov. 19, 2007

BAd DAy

I have no idea how all y'all's day is going, but I figured I could tell you about mine and maybe give you a small chuckle.

As most of y'all know, this week is the play week. Well, last night was the night that yearbook came and took pictures. All week I had been getting done with the play around 9:30, which isn't bad at all. Last night I didn't get back to to my room until 10:47 and didn't get done scrubbing off the top 2 layers of make up til around a quarter after 11. Before I got into bed I saw that my friend Erin had left her laptop in my room so I could listen to some stuff for my Spanish homework. I crawled up on my bed and read the sticky note attached and realized I didn't have to do the listening til Saturday. However, I had this fill in the blank thing that needed to be done by today. Now, I knew she had sent it to me,and I knew it wouldn't take me long to do it, so I decided that I would be able to do it in about half an hour in the morning on my laptop, then send it to myself and print it out in the labs around 7:45 and walk into that, my first hour class early.

...the best laid plans of mice and men...

So I woke up on time and went to open it from my email inbox and... she has Word 2007 and I have 2003. In case you don't know, you can open 03 in 07, but you cannot open 07 in 03. Stupid Microsoft!

Seeing I had too little time to deal with it, I cracked open my book and started typing. 7:30. Then I started filling in the blanks (it was fill in the blank in the book) and I got half done... around 7:43. Then, I started to get ready to leave because it was either be late and get my homework done, or be on time and get a zero.

... you can't have your cake... or eat it...

... you don't even get a cupcake. so don't even think about it...

In the process of getting ready, I found myself forced into wearing a skirt that needs washed (it's not bad, it just has a spot on it), a random sweater (which I like and is mercifully comfortable!), white knee socks (only pair I could find easily... luckily they match my white skirt), and slip on black shoes. Gotta love slip on black shoes. But I had trouble finding ... a particularly necessary article of clothing which threatened to hold me in my room until it was found. I found it in the end and was able to fly out the door and arrive 3 minutes late to class with homework half done. It was then I decided I was officially having a bad day.

Can I go back to bed?

I need a turtle frap. Or chocolate. I want both.

... but grace is given me...

So I arrive to class three minutes late, no homework, and my make up is still slightly on from last night. I have on my eyes eye liner of uneven thickness, traces of green eyeshadow, I think there is still black in my eyebrows, and as for my arms and legs... I look quite tanned. Not sure if any lipstick is left... but yes, so I look like a wreck, but luckily I'm not alone in this (some people today look purdy rough!). To top it all off, I put on one sock inside out.

Gotta love the finishing touch.

Anyway! I explained this all to my teacher and as I conclude my narration and she says, "Do you need a hug?"

By then, I had already started to laugh about how ridiculously tragically comic this whole thing was, so I didn't get a hug, but I did get grace to get it done by Monday without penalty.

So, to those of you out there that may be experiencing a not so fun day, just remember, you are not alone.

...Eat chocolate, drink pop, and be MURry happy...