I was at Kitty Cat Club with Dan yesterday. We ran into an acquaintance of mine, and so I said "hi." He told me he just hung out with two girls I know. I shouldn't have been upset, but I was. They didn't even call...Dan is such a great listener...
Today was hot and humid. The rain came and went, came and went, but it's the sticky kind. The kind that hangs and makes a viscous soup of the air--difficult to move, difficult to breath. I went and studied at an air conditioned coffee shop. It left my hair smelling like burnt, bitter coffee and my skin cold, but it was nice. I rode my bike to class. I was early and the room was empty and dark. I put on my headphones and studied some more. Listening to The Postal Service's "This Place is a Prison," I thought, "How pretty and fitting." After the test, I looked out the window and the rain was pouring. The wind was wild and made the branches wave with viscous velocity.
This girl I've studied with came and looked out the window with me. She then looked at me with eyes that read my thoughts: "This sucks." We plotted a way to get our bikes into the building and travel through the tunnel system. Our conversation was light and surprisingly refreshing. We had to go through two elevators, and maneuvering bikes inside an elevator was a new experience. She started to make little circus music. It made me wish our bikes were small enough so that, when the doors opened, someone outside would see us riding our mini bikes in a small circle in the elevator like a couple of clowns. When we finally got outside and had to go our separate ways, the rain began to pound. We continued to talk, and she made me wish I was more like her, so we could be close friends. Then the rain let up a bit, and we parted ways. When I was half way home, the rain drops seemed to become massive. I could feel it's weight as it pelted me and soaked my cloths. I came home breathless and dripping wet. My cloths were heavy, but I wasn't. The air was lighter, cooler, and now it's calm. Sleep will be good tonight.
Today was hot and humid. The rain came and went, came and went, but it's the sticky kind. The kind that hangs and makes a viscous soup of the air--difficult to move, difficult to breath. I went and studied at an air conditioned coffee shop. It left my hair smelling like burnt, bitter coffee and my skin cold, but it was nice. I rode my bike to class. I was early and the room was empty and dark. I put on my headphones and studied some more. Listening to The Postal Service's "This Place is a Prison," I thought, "How pretty and fitting." After the test, I looked out the window and the rain was pouring. The wind was wild and made the branches wave with viscous velocity.
This girl I've studied with came and looked out the window with me. She then looked at me with eyes that read my thoughts: "This sucks." We plotted a way to get our bikes into the building and travel through the tunnel system. Our conversation was light and surprisingly refreshing. We had to go through two elevators, and maneuvering bikes inside an elevator was a new experience. She started to make little circus music. It made me wish our bikes were small enough so that, when the doors opened, someone outside would see us riding our mini bikes in a small circle in the elevator like a couple of clowns. When we finally got outside and had to go our separate ways, the rain began to pound. We continued to talk, and she made me wish I was more like her, so we could be close friends. Then the rain let up a bit, and we parted ways. When I was half way home, the rain drops seemed to become massive. I could feel it's weight as it pelted me and soaked my cloths. I came home breathless and dripping wet. My cloths were heavy, but I wasn't. The air was lighter, cooler, and now it's calm. Sleep will be good tonight.
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