"Waiting on Love Ain't So Easy to do" -Jack Johnson-

I'm not usually a smoker. But last night, when I got home from going to the movies with Kate, I had me a cigarette. An import from Mexico..a tiny little fella, I got it from my pop.

In the brisk air, waiting for clouds to move so I could catch a final glimpse of the full moon, I wrote this:

Usually, I don't smoke.
But when I do, I like the reasons why.
I like the way the smoke flies away from my mouth-
Like, I imagine, ghosts would fly away if I believed in them.
I like the way I send away the weight of my life with every ghostly curl of smoke.
I like the way the night-time sky always understands
Patiently I wait- and I smoke a little slower,
but they won't let me see what they see
Can't help but feel like i'm watching the crowd and not the grand spectacle.
Patiently I wait but they are massive and you are full of yourself tonight, it seems.
Too busy to visit with an old friend.
Unfiltered. Imported. Short-lived.
On the ground
A few paces away from my doorstep-
That's all that's left of the weight of tonight.

Ok- that's as poetic as I plan to get on here. Don't get me wrong, I live for poetry, but I don't know if this is the right place to share it.

At the Chicago subway stop, I looked to my right to see a girl (who was joyfully plump in her own right) walking by in....YOU READY FOR THIS? PLEATHER PANTS. pleather. Yes, you read it right, I wrote pleather. To make matter worse and more comical, 'ol girl topped it off with a grey old navy zip up hoodie and white gym shoes. WoW. America, do me a favor and check your family members and roomates before they walk out into the world for people like me to make fun of. Really, thanks for the laughs but DAMN, fashion like that makes my heart sad.

I wish it was a weekend, or the summer. I wish I did not have to work, I'd sleep in, wake up, eat pancakes, read my horoscope, dance in my room, call up Lola and tell her we were dressing up extra cute that night to go dancing bc dressing up for no real reason is always fun, we'd go out, turn lots of boys away bc most of them are gonna be creeps anyway.

I love dressing up when I don't really have anywhere to go. Makes me feel so cool. Which is awesome, bc secretly I'm just a nerd that longs for spurts of coolness. I like how people always ask "why are you so dressed up, where are you going?" As if nice clothes automatically mean you gotta be doing something of importance. I should start making up extravagant stories that end with a confusing statement like: "Oh, I'm having dinner tonight with Donald Rumsfeld and the prime minister of your face!"

Well, my fan Lola awaits. She says she's the blog's only fan. The little skank. I MEAN...little skunk. Well, really, I meant skank. But she doesn't have to know that.

QOTD

"This is just so stupid. I'm never gonna need this in my life." -candace said REALLY loud in S&P lab today while everyone was quietly working on a lab.-

"My nipples are always hard, no matter what the temperature is." -Candace-

"I'm so excited! I almost peed my pants a little when you told me! Well, not really, I just wanted to be on QOTD." -Megbo-

"I knew what you meant Jenn. I was just being a bastard." -Dave "the breadstick" Reiter-

"I think I have to drop a class which means I'm out of the Outstanding Student of the Year Award running." -Dave R. I think he was making the award up....-

"It was a sigh of love, Nen. She makes me float away." -David O. awwww why can't anyone say that abt me?!-