hi lee this is for you ha ha ha
i think i am suffering from exhaustion. have been keeping late nights since the start of this semester and am finally seeing the effects. it's been good though; my timetable's been very kind to me and my mental health.
am desperately in need of a haircut. but because i have idiosyncracies, i have to wait till the term breaks to get one - maybe even longer. i am shaggy and unkempt and if you could see me now (skype please) the words that'd come to mind are Old, English and Sheepdog. you know the feeling :(
like today, for some reason, i joined the car squeeze challenge. that atrocity that gets people to go around gathering yet more people to cram into a shitty little vehicle for some prize money (some have said it's for pride. truth be told, i don't see how being small and compressible is something to take pride in) but i guess if you ever were to find yourself on the floor of the driver's seat with your face pressed against someone's right buttcheek, this would have been as good a time as any.
and as if once was not enough, i did it twice more. although the first two left me visibly shaken, the third time really was a winner.
somehow for the first two i managed to find a decent enough spot to settle into (as good as it gets, friend) but since i have never been one to push and shove to ensure my own well-being, the last round found me wandering around the car trying to figure where i could fit in. found space at the very top of the heap of people and decided it was far too small to try for.
this is where i learnt that it actually doesn't take much to persuade me. all i need, really, is for someone to yell
Charlotte, GO FOR IT!
and enheartened, i revised my position re: small space fat ass, decided to be a hero and lunged forward into that crack - all in a single second (i move at frightening speeds; crushing everyone beneath me with my terrible weight in the process) this would have been a fitting end (ha ha) to a valiant story were it not for my getting stuck midway.
like i said. small space, fat ass.
so someone from the outside grabbed my ankles and shoved me in. unsurprisingly, my head popped out from the other end. someone else shoved my head back in and as the first someone folded my legs neatly into the car, i found myself in a froggy position with two heads at the soles of both my feet and my crotch on display for all the world to see.
i would say that my dignity is now completely gone, but considering how i always manage to do stupid things to embarrass myself in public, i cannot be sure i had any to begin with.
for the longest minute in my ordinary life, i was apologizing to the girl next to me for strangling her with my bountiful expanse of hair while screaming bloody murder in my mind at the two heads squirming at my soles (i am tremendously ticklish).
and so this is how my day has been plagued by hair. have been quite amenable to such nonsense of late. i don't usually come close to tolerating such abuse :(
and because no post is ever really complete without a picture:
from the performance on friday. |
