Since middle school two kids have simply not given a flying fuck what the anyone else thinks.I watched them eat together alone under the overhang outside of Roosevelt. Not one day did i see them make the short journey over to the other side of the road like EVERY other sixth grader...Monotonous Eugene rain, or unexpected shine, they always packed a lunch. As a snobby 6Th grader i used pity them, and think that i should bestow some sort of nicety to them...How sick is it that i thought they should envy ME? Now i realize that those two are the ones who have it all figured out..they are still best friends and have probably manage to escape three years inside the skinner box some people call high school with nothing but a few bruises, while most of us will be somewhat scarred for life.
side note: I secretly hope they fall in love and have babies
(well i think she might be a lesbian but oh well.)
Observation #2:
I watched a couple today. They embraced as if it had been an aging twenty years when I'm sure it was no more than a day. They kissed as if they just KNEW romeo and Juliet lived happily ever after, no question. She is from my SAT prep class trying to break her impressive 700 score.He is handsome, way cooler than he realizes and is hoping not to get his heart broken by smile. There is no doubt to the naked eye that he is more attractive than she is. But with only my stalker-ish observation through a supermarket window it is painstakingly obvious that even in her awful 1992 hand me down skirt and combat boots he sees the finely tuned legs of a supermodel somehow walking in perfect time to his accelerated heartbeat due to her inevitable proximity.
Thought:
{Sidenote: This really great kid is sick and i wish that i had the ability to make bruises disappear and would give anything to be able to replace 15 pills a day with 15 kisses}
You know when you sort of have a longer than usual meaning full look with someone? I would really appreciate it if someone could calculate the exact time period in which that would be considered.."longing" or "interested" or "in love" or "so in love its sorta embarrassing" [ As i wrote this at a coffee shop {cliche i know sorry.} I'm trying desperately to get this kid to look at me so i can start to hypothesize, but he's doing homework and its not really working, fuck ha ha] After many futile embarrassing attempts at footsie and throat clearing, i was fed up, so i simply smacked My book against the table ( a little bit louder than i expected but effective none the less) He looked up for about 2 freaking seconds and then reverted back to vocab.. shit.
This is the point that i realized I'm trying to come up with an exact equation of how much a boy likes me, or how long our relationship will be based on my projected idea of a lengthy eye-lock.
BAD ELLEN!
blog-esque slap on the hand.
no equations, just coffee.
2 comments:
Brilliant.
Completely.
I was 100% satisfied with having read the part about those two kids who are such a pair, but then re-post showed me Shakespeare should have rewritten his ending.
I love it.
Next time you tell me you're not a writer, oh man i dont even know.
this was fabulous, really different and i loved it. the romeo and juliet part, PURE POETRY.
and also, i'm so sososososo sorry about the bruised boy.
"blog-esque slap on the hand.no equations, just coffee."
perfect summation. Where did you come from? you are going to make the best english teacher of all time, every kid will worship you.
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