I shaved my legs this morning. “Alexa, put dinosaur Band-Aids on my shopping list.”
Once you get in the college routine, time speeds up
One minute you’re young and carefree
the next you’re young and free-time free.
MIT guys
A group of MIT students were visiting Yale for some event. Sophie, Anna and I were in the residential dining hall. I’d finished eating and I was trying to read, when this group of MIT guys swauntered in.
My impression of MIT guys is that they’re short and they flirt a lot. They’re all over the place, like they’re manic or on holiday and they think they’re going to pick up girls. (on a Tuesday night)
One guy said, “I’m new to the area, could you help me with directions to your house?”
Another came up with, “I’ve just become religious, ‘cause you’re the answer to my prayers.”
“What are you up to tonight?” This short stranger asks, leaning rudely on our table and acting like he’s lookin’ to get inside-the-ride.
“I’ve gotta read two chapters before tomorrow,” I said, somewhat annoyed with these dinkheads. They finally decided (realized) we’re boring and moved on to other female diners.
standing in line
Americans seem to love lines. I hate standing in lines. People don’t line up for things in Paris. There aren’t “bus lines.” The person who guessed right and is closest to where the bus door stops and opens, or the quickest person or the most ruthless person will be first on the bus. There aren’t any lines at cinemas or the boulangerie (bakery) or even at the Apple store - Apple tried to impose American style order - but #forgetaboutit.
possible mistakes
“I want a blonde boyfriend,” Leong said out of the random last night,
”and dye my hair blonde.” Leong’s from Macau, China. Her glossy, cornsilk hair is a sumptuous curtain of raven black.
“Noo,” Anna and Lisa said, almost in unison.
“I’d trade you,” I said, freely offering my baby blonde rat's-nest.
“There’s an individual,” Leong began, “I see when leaving chemistry class, who has the most beautiful head of frosted blonde tips. Let me just show you,” she says, pulling up her phone.
“You got a picture?” Sunny asked - she loves stalking.
“No!” Leong snorted, insultedly, “Investigative research on Instagram.”
“Is this a potential mate?” Sophie asked.
”I think it’s a suiter,” Leong said, slyly smiling, to laughs all around.
“Woah, Let me see em!” Lisa said, reaching for the phone.
“Gimmie!” Anna demands too.
“Should I project it?” Leong asks, waving her phone around to protect it.
“Hells, yes!” Sophie practically shouts.
“So, it’s the frosted tips that get you?” Sunny says, “Ooo, PSA, if you’re a man looking for a beautiful Chinese lover..”
Our 55” TV becomes Leong’s Insta feed and the pic pops up.
There’s a second of silence. “I think it’s a girl,” Lisa said, squinting and tilting her head.
We all study the pic. Is this the right person? I wonder.
“You may be a Lesbian,” Sunny whispers, before the room descends into chaos.
slang
swaunter = saunter with swagger
inside the ride = get an invitation to something.. personal.
dinkhead = immature morons
