Is it me, or has it gotten a bit lonely in here? I haven't heard from you guys in ages! Tell me what you all have been upto lately. I've been waiting for Exam week to be over (last day is Saturday!), and then it's time to kick back for winter!
But this is not what I wanted to address. This blog is mainly about life as an ABCD (refer to my first post ever). So let's do it!
Oh FOBs, where for art thou? For a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Like I said, it's exam week. And I am seeing them everywhere! While this may sound somewhat unreal, I'm so thrilled because of this. Oh man, when I head to the library, it's like a garden, and instead of roses, there are FOBs everywhere. It's like a jungle. And I'm Mowgli. You walk by some of them, and it's a staring contest!
I was sitting there finishing up my reading for a class that day and right underneath page 274, I see a pair of black and brown lace up shoes approaching. There's a hole in the left one. Classy. As I continue to page 275, so do the shoes. Yet they immediately stop. Under page 275. I'm contemplating whether I should continue my reading and completely ignore this person who is so rudely taking up space in my peripheral vision, or if I should look up with my I'm-too-studious-to-notice-that-you-have-a-gaping-hole-in-your-shoe-and-it's-raining-outside look. I go for the latter. Putting my book down, my gaze slowly skims up his frame, those dead-grass-brown corduroy pants so vividly appealing. His sweater reminds me of Bill Cosby-- on steroids. As my gaze meets his, I notice he has been staring at me. This whole time. So I give him the look, and he continues to stare. For what purpose, I don't know. I initially think I have raisins in my teeth from lunch, but nope. A quick swipe of my tongue proves that I am A-Okay in that department. He continues this charade for another minute, and it takes every last drop of my will power not to pull my infamous Are-you-on-crack? face. He hesitates for a second, then decides that maybe he should go to class and attend the education he has paid thousands of dollars for. As he leaves, I'm still too distracted to continue my reading, thinking "Really? Did that just happen?". I mean, someone with holes in their shoes and a combover with excessive oil in their hair, staring at me like that. Have I ever been so momentarily distracted by the attractive appeal of some guy, like that moment? I think not!
This is the FOBs I deal with. I love them though. While they don't act like the norm, their actions always surprise me. They spice up my boring life. And thus, this is a tribute to my FOBs.
Have you guys ever had any interesting moments with a FOB? Speak up! I miss hearing your voices.
-Sugar Dreams
Glasses are the worst thing that could happen to a person. I swear. Who knew that a pair of lens attached to plastic rims and clingy sticks could cause so many issues. And on top of that, now that I can see clearly, I've realized how bad my skin is. AND EVERYONE ELSE'S. Seriously, I don't understand how we could invent the wheel, the computer, the portable USB drive... and then THIS. So, not only do I look like a dorky man, but I feel like there are at least 20 pounds resting on the slim bridge of my nose. Great. Really fantastic. But at least I can see clearly now. I see everything. Although I really shouldn't be looking at the sun too often...
