scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

10.10.05

ubiquitous. i cave.

in which it is impossible to live in college station, texas, for any length of time, without acquiring - through absolutely no decision to do so, or any particular desire to show any sort of spirit, and even despite a sort of, well, not exactly contempt, but when do i ever enjoy being part of the majority - items upon which one can see ... certain ... collegiate ... well. When the only umbrella the store even keeps in freaking stock says aTm on it, and you need an umbrella, ... this right after all the WOMEN at the BRIDAL SHOWER you went to were talking about the freaking FOOTBALL TEAM (and how much they suck this year) ... you wouldn't think, would you? But so it is. And so they were. And now i have a maroon umbrella. And now everyone who sees me with it is immediatly going to assume that (a) i am a student; that (b) i am not a two-percenter, but in fact purchase, with intent, maroon everything and school spirit and the yells and the traditions and all the bull; that (c) all the things that go along with being an aggie are going to apply to me. shit.

(but those poor u.t. kids, they have to wear orange. at least maroon, people have a shot at not looking ridiculous in. even if i still wish i could call it 'crimson.')

scrawled @ 17:55