Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Some exchanges, lately
My mom and I are sitting in my kitchen.
VICKI: Who are you texting?
ME: ___ _____. (guy I know)
VICKI: What did you say?
ME: That if he needed cuddling after the (big test/life crisis/nuclear explosion/getting fired/open-heart surgery/roadtrip/major life decision--can't be too specific), I'd be happy to oblige.
VICKI: You just can't play the game, can you? You have no game.
ME: Shut up Mom!!!
On the fourth floor of the JFSB (English department offices), I am waiting for the elevator with my red duckie umbrella tucked under my arm. Some prof in an orange shirt and a tie with books on it walks up with his prof friend, talking about El Azteca. And I think yummmmm. About El Azteca, not the professor.
RANDOM PROFESSOR: Young lady, you have a duck under your arm.
ME: Yes. Yes I do. And I heard you talking about El Azteca...and I wish I could leave school right now and go there.
RANDOM PROFESSOR: You're welcome to join! We're going right now.
ME: Well, (making weighing motions with my hands) art history, El Azteca, art history, El Azteca
RANDOM PROFESSOR: Well, the offer stands until this elevator stops on the first floor. El Azteca is much more important than class.
ME: Uh, really? Can I quote you on that?
RANDOM PROFESSOR: Yup.
Andie Pheysey and I are on Facebook chat.
ANDIE: Yeah, how are things going?
ME: Pretty OK. I had a hard time this summer, but I'm doing much much better now.
ANDIE: Oh good, Love hurts doesn't it?
ME: Yeah. It definitely does. But Heavenly Father has helped me a lot.
ANDIE: Yes it does. Oh good, I'm glad that you're doing okay.
ME: Me too, Andie. Me too.
at 2:40 PM