today is monday. like your average monday, only things began going wrong instantly.
and things are supposed to kind of foul up on mondays. for instance, getting dressed really fast in the dark because you overslept and then finding out midday that you are wearing navy blue tights by accident and not black, like you meant to.
fair crisis. not going to shake anybody's world up too much unless for some bizarro reason the whole foods store is giving out grocery samples to everyone on the basis that their outfit is matching.
then perhaps navy blue tights and black flats would be a real deal breaker.
i'm all about grocery store samples. apart from the time and energy of it. for some reason i feel it necessary to spend at least 18 seconds making noises that represent my delight with the sample. mmmmmm. guuuuuuud. oooohhh yeah. *this part is real stretched out and dramatic* and then another 14 seconds verbally debating a purchase of the product. only $12 for this organic goat cheese! what a steal. but i shouldn't when i have a whole stash (box) of cheese (velveeta) at home. so tempting though--next time.
when all i'm really thinking the whole time is, what a waste of toothpicks when i could have used my hands. and i wish the samples weren't so small. and maybe they wouldn't notice if i came back around a second time.
of course they would notice, i'm wearing navy blue tights and black flats--i'm practically a circus.
today was monday. and besides all that nonsense about my outfit being off, my car decided it didn't feel much like starting. which meant that i was at the office an extra three hours waiting for my parents to pick me up kind of like i was in junior high school.
and i honestly haven't thought about junior high school more than five times since i left it. not that it was bad, only it wasn't really anything. just a bunch of mulling around the hallways not thinking. no one told you how to think at that point in your life. just how to work a locker combination in nothing flat and how to apply blue shimmer eyeshadow beyond reason. some girls had moms who wouldn't let them wear eyeshadow and so maybe they inched by with some reasoning skills. one can never know.
and as i was sitting in the office waiting for my parents (thinking about all the nonthought of my adolescence) i decided to pass the time with a book--catcher in the rye. most people are assigned this in ninth grade english class but for some reason we read scarlet letter probably because it had less cussing.
anyway its my second jd salinger in a row.
i get on kicks.
and after all that reading up, you sorta get nosy about the author and want to find out why they're so brilliant. like if they grew up eating wheaties while the rest of us amateurs unconsciously dabbled in bowls of fruity pebbles--mere child's play.
its purely speculation whether or not he was a breakfast champion, but my wiki-research did conclude that mr. salinger had the whole creative disposition thing going for him. meaning he was kind of reclusive and aloof when it all came down to it. same thing i recently found out about charles schulz, the peanuts guy, and about a million other artists and poets.
and sure, you sort of excuse that behavior when a person dreams up a character like charlie brown or writes a book that most people are assigned in ninth grade english class.
but what about the behavior of the rest of us? what about our navy blue tights? and our shimmer eye shadow? and our sugar cereal? and why can't we be weird too?
