Someone made a bet with me that I won’t be able to write weekly blogs for the rest of the year. If I do keep up with blogging for the year, he’ll give me $50. That being said, I chose to write on tumblr because no one uses tumblr anymore (or so I hope) and I am too lazy to make a new blog, even if it were for $60. It’s weird because even though I am a computer science major, I go on my laptop maybe once or twice a week. This will be a challenge.
You’re not getting paid $60 dollars for reading this, so don’t read this because I am boring. It will be written with a repetition in sentence structure, 6th grade vocabulary, and awkwardly written sentences such as this one. Sorry.
I will talk about my day because what else do you blog about? Today is the first day I am back home. I chose to walk to my predetermined destination and during my walk, I thought about how unfortunate it was that I would be moving soon. Why did they have to build a Target right when I move? I will miss how friendly everyone is, or friendly people are to me. Everything I learned not to do, I learned is okay in this city. So much exposure. Too much exposure.
As I was waiting for my friend, I decided to plop down and read a book. I thought to myself, “This is SF… I bet someone is going to come up to me even when I have earphones in and I’m reading a book. Rude.” Lo and behold, two people come up to me to ask me about my book and I haven’t even gotten through one page. Two art students: Kevin and Will. Wonderful 20 to 30 minute conversation consisting of facts about themselves, myself, C.S. Lewis, and girls who read. Will, an outspoken photography major who was in the army for 4 years or something and Kevin, the timid graphic design major and/or industrial and technology major.. or something. Thank you for the awkward compliments. How does one reply to variations of “You’re sexy. You read? That’s so hot. You can keep up a conversation? You’re rare treasure. Your friend is lucky.” I just realized they told me where they lived, where they were from, other personal details about their lives, and accepted Altoids from me. Lucky for them I am not a rapist. I deeply regret not saying, “I wish we had more of a chance to talk!” or something implying that we should keep in touch. They were trying to hint towards something like that, and it would have been really nice too, but my friend arrived and so I left. I feel so bad. I want to talk to them again.
Ate sukiyaki. Watched two movies. Token machine ate my change without returning any tokens. For some reason, I decided to put in more change even after two of my quarters were eaten. Oh well. After the movies, I walked home and I slipped. I slipped twice this week, but each time, someone was there to catch me. People are too nice. Thanks for walking me home and paying for dinner… and movies. I was going to bleach/dye my hair tonight but I got home too late and ate mashed potatoes instead.
Jeez, I can write a whole lot about nothing. I wish I was better at writing and I hope no one cares because I just want to win this bet and earn $50 dollars.