I mock your dancing!

by snaggle at 05:44 PM on October 09, 2001

Eep. I’d better post now before life gets worse. I just had a project due yesterday that was the cause for much sleeplessness and work. Basically the concept is to design a cube that works in a system of nine identical cubes and work together like a pattern. Sounds easy, but it’s probably one of the nastiest projects they throw at graphic design students. Bleach. I have a layout project due Thursday and a mockup of a portal site for my university due Friday for work, so those will suck.

Anyway. It’s fall here in central Iowa. By now, most of the leaves on the trees have turned to the color of straw or strawberries and the sky is on fire at 5:00 in the afternoon as you look out on the tops of all the trees. It’s like Mother Nature has a heyday and then gouaches her canvas and starts over for a few months. That’s the only thing I like about the fall; everything is very colorful, especially here at Iowa State. The campus was designed by the same guys that did Central Park in New York City, apparently, and if I’d studied my design history like I should have last year I could tell you their names. (Olmstead and someone?) Each breath of wind brings more leaves down, littering the ground in piles that dance every time another gust brings them more friends. Students crunch through the fallen foliage whenever they stray from the cement paths on central campus and I remember jumping in large piles of leaves in the fall at my parents’ house. There was one time I found a huge nightcrawler in the pile; I didn’t jump in leaves for quite a while after that (yeah, I was a pansy when I was a kid. What am I talking about? I’m still a pansy.)

The air is starting to get chill. Just a few days ago, it was so cold every breath froze your innards and everyone picked up the pace as they walked from class to class trying to get back indoors. Some days, however, it’s just enough so that the coolness refreshes your mind and goes straight to your brain to sweep the cobwebs out as you take that first breath of fresh air in the mornings as you stumble to your 8 am class. I’m finally getting a chance to wear all the cute sweaters I got last fall during my second “I’m sick of being single” shopping spree. It didn’t seem to work, though. I may need to break out the MasterCard again and see what happens... although there is one boy who has some potential. It’s one of those odd situations where you don’t know what’s going on, exactly.

Basically, the story is that we were flirting up a storm over the first couple weeks of school, and then made out one night. Since then, we’ve been really close friends; we’re in the same design studio, so we have homework parties all the time where we get together and work on design (I wish that was a euphemism, but it’s not.) Currently we’re at that “enjoying each other’s friendship” kind of stage, and I don’t think there’s going to be any fireworks in the future... but there may be a possibility. I’m not overanalyzing the situation; I have a new great friend with whom I really enjoy spending time and who makes pulling all-nighters to finish design projects much less sucky than if I were working on them alone. He fits a place in my life, too. Since my best friend Jeffy went back to the City, I’ve been lacking a dancing, singing, loudmouthed, center-of-attention-grabbing, cracks-you-up-with-two-words cute boy in my life. I think I was just meant to be the funny-looking, keep-them-out-of-trouble sidekick who heaves a big sigh when the boy recounts the story of his encounter with the guy for whom you had the hots. Ah well.

So. A new good friend. Classes that kick my ass. No time to do anything but work. No time to cook anything but Ramen. Still no DSL connection, though that’s supposed to change any day now. Such is the life of Snaggle.

Oh, by the way: send us your nominations for Samaritan Stud de la Semana. It might be more than a semana before we post another one, but we’re always on the lookout for one. (Related note: did you know that Wil Wheaton has a blog? Yeah, Wil Wheaton a.k.a. Wesley Crusher? His blog is actually funny, too.)

And then I found five dollars...