Spotted: the Perfect Man

Today I was on the Park&Ride, headed back to my car after the longest Italian exam EVER. I don't usually ride the bus that late (5:45ish P.M.), but it's Finals week at UNCG, and class times are all messed up. There were about five people on the bus after the last stop, and one of them happened to be the most perfect man I've ever encountered. He was Academia in human form, and I almost went over to ask him to impart on me some words of wisdom, and perhaps a marriage proposal. But alas, I had to satisfy myself with taking a picture using my extremely loud (and a bit embarrassing) camera phone.

Poly--graph

Some of the most interesting conversations happen in coffee shops. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I have coffee at Tate St. Coffee with my friends Lauren, Missy, and [sometimes] Caroline. Today the main topic of our discussion was polyamorous relationships (having full-on relationships with multiple people at one time). I've included the diagram Lauren drew to illustrate the particular people she was talking about. Let me explain: person M is dating person C, and they live together (person M is the only male in this instance). Person C is also dating person L (who happens to be my T.A. in one of the classes I'm taking this semester). Person L is dating persons C and A but NOT person M. Person A is dating persons L and "?". And finally, person "?" is dating persons A and "??". To add a twist, person "??" does not know that "?" is dating A. It's very confusing, and I wouldn't be surprised if these types of relationships are prone to STD's.

Winter Clothes

I love cold weather. The air smells so clean and fresh, colors seem sharper, and I don't have to worry about my hair frizzing because of the humidity. But the one downside of it, is that it takes FOREVER to put on all the clothes needed to go outdoors. It's especially annoying when I have to change buildings between classes. Coat, gloves, scarf, [optional] hat, and possibly some boots. I take long enough getting ready as it is, without the added encumbrance of so many clothes. Sometimes I feel like the younger brother in A Christmas Story who wears the snow suit and complains, "I can't put my arms down!"

"Hear" Me Out

Is it weird to envy people who have cute ears? 

Before you start judging me as a freak, hear me out (no pun intended). Ears are so delicate and intricate, and no two people have the same ears. They're an important part of the body, without which, a person wouldn't feel whole, or experience life fully . Ears are also part of the face, which means they are a prominent feature and are therefore noticed often. Why should admiring someone's ears be considered bizarre in comparison to admiring someone's eyes?

BREAKFAST

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day"--everyone has heard that from their mom at some point in time. Well, I'm prepared to agree with all the moms, now that I've discovered yogurt and granola. You wouldn't think that something so healthy and light could be so filling and delicious! Every morning I wake up, take a shower, then eat yogurt with granola in it and drink a cup of coffee while checking my favorite blogs before I face the real world and head to school. It's the perfect start to the day.

Adam: Statement of the Day

This year I'm spending Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania with some of my cousins. The very same cousins, in fact, that Adam and Judah belong to. Today was my first day here, and Adam has already made at least two epic statements:

1) Jenni: "Adam, why are you putting all your toys in the pantry?"

    Adam: "To keep them safe."

2)Tyler: "Hey Adam, can you bring me a pillow?"

   Adam: "No! A chair!" *brandishing a small plastic chair*

 Later in the trip:

Just after climbing out of the bathtub, Adam started climbing up on the cabinet wanting to see himself in the mirror saying "I want to see my gorgeous hairdo."

Money on the Ground

Today I was walking to class after getting coffee with a friend, and I saw a quarter on the ground. My first impulse was to pick the quarter up, but instead, I kept on walking. Even though I didn't stop, I found myself wanting to go back and get the quarter, and I kept thinking about it. Why did I want it? It's not like I could buy anything with just a quarter. I'm not starving, I have my own money. Is $0.25 that important?

Then I thought, could it have something to do with the Capitalist, materialistic culture that is America? The congenital desire that's cultivated in us from birth to accumulate all we can in this life, where "nothing is ever enough." It's so pervasive of how we're taught to think and act, that it affects the smallest things like picking a quarter up off the ground and putting it in our pockets.