Friday, April 30, 2010

Thursday

Where are my words? I thought. Thursday afternoon anthropology classes are usually among my most prolific creative moments for drawing and writing and writing. But I was part of the discussion, or just sitting there. Eerie.

The stupid bitches in my class were talking about weight and I listened to them in the bathroom during our break.
"She said she gained 15 lbs when she came to college"
"Oh my god! How do you do that"
"But she's so fucking tiny."
"Yeah well, before she came here she said she only weighed 85."
85?
wtf ew.
and now my brain was speaking stupid girl.

But then they surprised me. Back in the room, we started talking. And one girl said flat out, "I noticed you wear yellow everyday. At first I thought it was just a Thursday thing. But what is it? Is it political?"
No, tomorrow is the last day. Thank Jesus. And we had a whole conversation, about lots of things, until class restarted.
The professor was saying something, a little later, and I only caught the end: "...so we can predict what your chances at life will be." At life? Let's see.
85 lbs- not promising
Anthropology- hippie
Yellow-?
Who cares. Really.

Gogol Bordello- they wear a lot of yellow!
We were at the show, it made me extra happy. Yellow sweaty. I took my underwear off in the bathroom- wasn't yellow anyway. Felt miles better.

MeeP said, for Halloween, she is going to be me in my yellow phase- get it, Amy in yellow.
So then I would need to be Amy also, Amy punk rock. She will wear yellow and I will wear stilts and a studded belt and a cutoff band t-shirt.

Renae sent me this link: life in yellow

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