couple days ago

this morning was a bit rough i lost track of time in between throwing on my clothes and ingesting my omelet and wound up scurrying down the street to class with urgency of a soccer mom (or me) to make all the sales on black friday. i of course was to class in plenty of time because i have the unfortunate and wonderful mentality that i'm already "early for being late" i.e. when i'm 5 minutes early any where i am already late. my class was uneventfully interesting discussing marx and morality of the herd nietzsche. two hours later, as i was leaving my class i saw a fire truck parked on the corner of sixth ave. i got closer to discover a band of fire man carrying chipotle branded paper bags with handles in a cherry merriment- they too must love the infamous and equally mountainous burritos the "restaurant" creates. their joy had a transference to my face as i felt a smile coming on.

i looked to the right to see a man in purple spandex shorts, and no t-shirt bicycle by. his shorts resemble the latex-less gloves you sometimes see in hospitals and what was bizarre about the sighting was not that the look of the shorts (because being a native of frisco nothing surprises me anymore) but that it was winter time and he still was willing to boldly go where no one had gone before (i.e. hypothermia). i got back into my building to watch a man named luigi (no joke) wait for our painfully slow elevator to reach the lobby floor from the seventh, to just take it down one flight to the basement. after going down a flight for luigi the elevator and i traveled up to the sixth floor to find that a dialogue i've been in has continued. you see i've been having a dialogue with potentially a couple different people or maybe the same person on my floor without speaking. i put my plush baby blue robe in the hallway (in it's package of course) because i don't use it and my side of the room is already exploding and to my surprise (despite that my floor is all guys) it did not take long to disappear. but when i got out of the elevator that day it was back. it seemed as though someone had tried it on and put back as it was not in fact it was not the right coloring for their skin tone.

*flash forward, yesterday actually i found the robe was gone who knows maybe it will return to the hallway again, don't worry i'll keep you updated on my ghost like apparel.

lastly and sadly (for me) one of my room mate's is traveling to washington dc for the week and was packing her suit case when she exclaimed, "i almost hate my mom for packing me so much food." my room mates mother though i've never met her because she is in india, i can imagine dotingly creating this suit case of indian munchies for her trek to america. when i mean indian munchies that also includes homemade naan in a tin- yep it's real somehow. anyways she had to use the suit case today and discovered there was a vast amount of crumbs in the bottom of her flower (power) covered suit case. so she took our mini vac dirt devil and vaccumed the crumbs of her once delicious indian munchies out.

for f*cks sake.