dumb stuff #57

I'm it. These are the fab five:

1. I named my latest composition "Jewo" because I thought it sounded like a little kid trying to say"Jello."

2. I always leave my socks under the covers.

3. Sometimes I have vending machine dinners.

4. My shoes are filthy but they look brand new because they have three different shades of brown in them.

5. The highlight of my week was raking leaves...that's dumb.

dumb stuff #56

What could I write about? Maybe when I thought that there was no such thing as brown cows, that there was only short fat brown horses. Or there was the time when I spat upon my own arm. Oh yes, the other day I almost held the door open for two guys because I thought they were going with me into the ladies room. I can't forget the fact that I've forgotten my sweatshirt in Spanish class eight times. Speaking of Spanish, today in class I wrote 2 instead of tu. Oh yes, and almost once a week I go to the wrong building for my theory class. I can't spell rhythm most of the time...I'm a percussion major so figure that one out. Out of all of these things, nothing tops what I did Tuesday night. Construction workers often make cement medians to divide the entrance ways into lots. I didn't realize that those were not made to drive over, neither did my airbags that went off...that's dumb.

dumb stuff #55

When I was about sixteen I really liked this guy I went to church with. One night after the service was over, him, I, and a few other people went for wings. He sat next to me (I was pretty excited, pretty stupid, probably not very pretty) and chomped away on the wings. After about five minutes he turned to me with his mouth wide open and said, "Do I have any chicken in my teeth?" I laughed and said no. Cool, I thought, maybe he does like me; he was comfortable enough with me to ask if he had anything in his teeth. Thinking back, I now realize that because he was that comfortable only proves that he did not like me. Remember trying to impress the person you liked? Apparantly I thought showing the nasty wings in your teeth was an attempt to impress...that's dumb.

dumb stuff #54

Last night(about seven p.m.) as I was walking up the stairs in Raymond hall, the guy coming down the stairs smiled and said, "good morning."I thought this was strange, so what was my response? "Good morning"...that's dumb.

dumb stuff #53

Today while I was in the computer lab I sneezed several times and no one blessed me. Every time I sneezed I waited for the "bless you," but I never got it. Finally I coughed and my neighbor turned and said "bless you." I had been waiting for the blessing for and hour and all I had to do was cough...that's dumb.

dumb stuff #52

I guess one could say that I'm a tomboy. I used to think that I had grown out of that but lately I think tommy may be closer now than ever. I tried to get away, really, I tried. I used to have this complex, that no guy would ever want to marry me because it would be like marrying Billybob from poker night with the guys. All the sports, all the drums, all the comments about how my gait looked like I was walking up to the plate to hit a homer...ya know, these things add up. I've always been one of the boys. To make a long story short, I don't have that complex any more. I don't worry about the guy thing, but sometimes I wonder if I should bring out a little more of the feminine once in a while. Spice things up a bit maybe. Last night I had a concert in which I played Timpani. Later a fellow percussionist had some words for me, "Don't take this the wrong way, well actually it's a compliment...you play like a guy!" I thought that was cool, a bit of an ego boost I guess. So I think I have two cards to play: when it's time for sports or drums, I'm Tom. For everything else, I'm Nicole. Everytime I'm all dolled for something my dad always grins and says the same thing to me,"You clean up real nice." I laugh every time. The translation is, "I think you look pretty." Unfortunately it was always someone else who does the hair, the make-up, the fashion choice, the "cleaning up," if you will. I remember trying to use a curling iron and I got my hair stuck in the iron. I spent twenty minutes getting out of that pickle. I'm not really sure how I became this way. My mother still tries to help me scrape off this crusty exterior to be the woman she knows lies beneath and makes a semi annual appearance. I guess it's part of being me. Here's the thing, one thought has been running in my mind all day: for the past 23 years I have resisted looking pretty...that's dumb.

dumb stuff #51

I've been craving fritos, I don't know why, I just have. The other day in band rehearsal, the drummer next to me had fritos. I began wishing that he would offer me some. Then he started giving them away but I wasn't close enough to get his attention. I sat there in anguish as I watched everyone but yours truly eat these wonderful corn chips. Then he put the bag down. Five minutes later I glanced over at him and I stared in wonder as he picked his nose. I was longing for booger fritos...that's dumb.