a) what constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit.
b) i work for free.
c) i am not a prostitute.
d) i could still be a ho.
If A given B, then C.
Regardless of C, perhaps D?
logic games = the reason why i will never get around to applying to law school.
i'm dragging my feet on these finals, these papers, and this kind-of-a-big-deal decision i have to make for next semester (which actually has nothing to do with law school but everything to do with wordplay).
spring '07 is the last semester of my senior undergrad career.
career.
i wish that word would stop popping up so much, even if it is just in my own mind.
i keep asking grown ups for their opinions and advice. then i realized i was really asking my peers. when the hell did we transition into that category? i have a feeling like i've no control over anything. which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but more like feeling that what's going to happen is going to happen, and even though there's nothing i can do, i can at least try to enjoy the ride.
is this what growing up feels like? i assume it's reminiscent of how an inmate would feel when he drops the bar of soap -- an overwhelming urge to try to change your fate, but pessimistically thinking "would it really make a difference?" that's the worst feeling the world, isn't it? the paralyzing hopelessness one feels during those 2.3 seconds after the bar accidentally slips from your fingertips. before it hits the ground of the shower room all those should'ves, would'ves, what ifs and maybes cross your mind.
should have - used soap on a rope
what if - i had a loufa?
would'a - pumice stone help exfoliate my skin?
dear mr. inmate, don't be scared. accept your fate, grab on, and enjoy the ride...
do you find that comforting? should i?
Friday, December 15, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
random metro observations
1:30am - 2:15am :
* red line: there's a man who looks like he's in his early 30s eating a girl's face. she can't be any older than 15. i'm sitting near the door, and there's this see through glass barrier separating me from the pedophile. i accidentally catch myself making a face at them, looking as if i just threw up a little in my own mouth -- which i did. i contemplate a movie plot about zombies, and if i had a flame thrower, a really good action sequence would follow wherein i save the little girl from thebrain-eating face-eating zombie. sadly, i do not have a flame thrower, and so i just sit there and exchange concerned glances with the lady sitting across the aisle.
* gallery place green line xfer: this european guy is lost and doesn't know how to get to the yellow line. he asks me if he can follow me to the xfer. i jokingly say ok but he can't stand so close to me b/c he looks sketch (he was actually very good looking, but i like to be mean to hot people out of pure spite and jealousy). hot european guy and i talk a little and part ways at the xfer. he says, "thank you, i'd be lost without you," and i reply by offering him the chance to father my childrens...except i don't actually say that out loud.
* green line: it's crowded with all the umd kids from college park who came down to dc to party. they're probably calling it a night and heading back on the last train out to maryland, which sucks b/c it's only 2am. the metro should run later. two guys are doing pull-ups on the metro poles and flipping/somersaulting in an attempt to impress their lady friends. i'm not-so-secretly hoping one of them will fall and injure himself, or at least bruise his ego a little. one of the girls starts doing a runway model walk down the length of the metro car. if i had 3 wishes, i'd use one on getting the conductor to slam on the brakes at that very second. it would have been a wish well spent.
* college park stop: everyone leaves the metro. i look around and realize i'm the only one left. more zombie movie plots pop into my head, but i get scared and start humming probably the most relaxing/reassuring song ever recorded: smack that by akon.
* red line: there's a man who looks like he's in his early 30s eating a girl's face. she can't be any older than 15. i'm sitting near the door, and there's this see through glass barrier separating me from the pedophile. i accidentally catch myself making a face at them, looking as if i just threw up a little in my own mouth -- which i did. i contemplate a movie plot about zombies, and if i had a flame thrower, a really good action sequence would follow wherein i save the little girl from the
* gallery place green line xfer: this european guy is lost and doesn't know how to get to the yellow line. he asks me if he can follow me to the xfer. i jokingly say ok but he can't stand so close to me b/c he looks sketch (he was actually very good looking, but i like to be mean to hot people out of pure spite and jealousy). hot european guy and i talk a little and part ways at the xfer. he says, "thank you, i'd be lost without you," and i reply by offering him the chance to father my childrens...except i don't actually say that out loud.
* green line: it's crowded with all the umd kids from college park who came down to dc to party. they're probably calling it a night and heading back on the last train out to maryland, which sucks b/c it's only 2am. the metro should run later. two guys are doing pull-ups on the metro poles and flipping/somersaulting in an attempt to impress their lady friends. i'm not-so-secretly hoping one of them will fall and injure himself, or at least bruise his ego a little. one of the girls starts doing a runway model walk down the length of the metro car. if i had 3 wishes, i'd use one on getting the conductor to slam on the brakes at that very second. it would have been a wish well spent.
* college park stop: everyone leaves the metro. i look around and realize i'm the only one left. more zombie movie plots pop into my head, but i get scared and start humming probably the most relaxing/reassuring song ever recorded: smack that by akon.
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