i've been wearing the same nail polish for almost five full weeks. it is disgustingly chipped, oblong ovals forming in the centers, deadness beneath the same magenta i always choose, specks fall on the pleats of my heavy knit sweater, hot pink polygon islands in a sea of navy blue ralph lauren. bitten to the quick, and i don't even know what that means.
it was cold last night, and i should have either 1) studied for my civ exam, 2) studied for my calc two exam, or 3) done chem homework, but instead i sat on the immovable boulder outside mcvinney for over two hours just talking to rye. i could see my breath and i knew i must have been cold but i didn't feel like moving. i started out watching intramural footballs duke it out under the warm glow on the monday night lights on the turf, but eventually even that ended and i was left in the darkness with the fog unfolding slowly.
i talked about everything and nothing. no, really. i did. we learned about it in philosophy today.
p.s. i am in love with philosophy. it is so trippy and unlike anything else. except maybe acid.
even though aforementioned fog had rolled in, ryaaan and ben and i unfurled a thick persian rug (ben randomly has a spare in his dorm? because you never know who's going to puke on your persian?) on the dewey grass of lower campus lawn outside of the suites. we stared at the sky and searched for shooting stars, picked at poptarts and passed around reese's pieces, gazed longingly at the dense air as it formed the perimeter of the campus and eventually engulfed us, claimed us.
it was all very dawson's creek-ish. and, in spite of myself and my immense hatred of james van der beek, i had such a wonderful time that last night's smiles carried over to today.
eventually the cold crept into my hot pink (and dead) fingertips and hands and ears and nose and toes and as much as i tried to put it off eventually my coat and ryan's coat wasn't enough so we packed up and parted ways in front of my building. it was late, but the early kind of late. early today, late last night. the best time - when just about everyone else on campus is tucked between their sheets or notebooks. depending on if they're a history or bio major. :)
eerily enough when those turf lights went out they made a loud noise, like outfield lights, and i heard its echo reverberate against the brick buildings. i didn't think about it at all when it happened, but for some reason i did just now. an odd sort of emptiness.
tonight i couldnt sleep - centuries and unpronounceable names running through my head for civ tomorrow - so sean and i took a stroll. this time i brought an extra large mug of tea to keep my hands warm.