b.t.dub- 7 yr bloggerversary
9 years ago, i was a sophmore in college and i was not happy about it and i will tell you why in great detail because there is nothing more important than delving into the trials of the nineteen year old co-ed.
kidding.
because there is, of course, nothing to delve. my first day back at college i almost consciously decided i hated my roommates and my apartment and my neighbors who just happened to be the cool kids from my high school and the boy who didn't love me even a little.
i hated them all.
after about thirty seconds.
all i can say is it seemed completely rational at the time.
the upside of hating my roommates and apartment and neighbors and boy who didn't love me even a little was that campus became a refuge. after class, i'd spend the day hidden away at a corner cubical in the basement of the library with fresh bread from the campus bakery and a bottle of apple juice and my homework and my walkman which basically played "every breath you take: the classics" by the police for like an entire month.
i bring this up for no other reason than the arrow 103.5 played both "every little thing she does is magic" and "king of pain" while i was driving to work today.
and i'm telling you i was back in the library drinking apple juice and reading about opportunity cost.
and i didn't even need a gigawatt.
kidding.
because there is, of course, nothing to delve. my first day back at college i almost consciously decided i hated my roommates and my apartment and my neighbors who just happened to be the cool kids from my high school and the boy who didn't love me even a little.
i hated them all.
after about thirty seconds.
all i can say is it seemed completely rational at the time.
the upside of hating my roommates and apartment and neighbors and boy who didn't love me even a little was that campus became a refuge. after class, i'd spend the day hidden away at a corner cubical in the basement of the library with fresh bread from the campus bakery and a bottle of apple juice and my homework and my walkman which basically played "every breath you take: the classics" by the police for like an entire month.
i bring this up for no other reason than the arrow 103.5 played both "every little thing she does is magic" and "king of pain" while i was driving to work today.
and i'm telling you i was back in the library drinking apple juice and reading about opportunity cost.
and i didn't even need a gigawatt.
Comments
Gasp! You reckless desperada, you MUST have hated the world.
I'm always wishing that the anthem of my life was "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic," but I have this sneaking suspicion that it is actually "King of Pain."
By the way, where is this magic campus bakery? Is it that convenience store?
I thought I had a good sniffer for baked bread, but apparently not.
I feel that same way when I see the movie "The Goonies" and get taken back to the 80s. I heart that decade.