2007-10-25 - 1:26 p.m.
Fall unfolds smoothly across campus. Sometimes when I walk past the dining hall I can taste the grease in the air as it billows out. Seasonal lattes reek of cinnamon so much so that I gag when I walk into the library. There are hours that I don’t even know where I am- I am serratia marcesans and I am the attention-grabbing introduction of a speech. So once I figure out who I am I can leave, I need to get my shit done, I need to get my shit together (my friends used to keep my life together).
Chalk is everywhere, the rain doesn’t even wash it away and no I don’t care about Ron Paul or voting for Miss Homecoming but you know what I do care about? Getting so fucked up I can’t feel the puke rising up into my throat. Bitch knows how to hit a blunt! Oh god but this is SUCH a phase. I wanna ROOR… I want to fucking ROAR.
So fall can unfold smoothly but he has one hell of a time settling himself down. Mornings before my eight a.m. pound themselves into my head. They make me sound like I have a cocaine habit. I could use a little character, or a rotting nasal passage. Anything to keep my mind off of- anything to peel my splattered mind off of the popcorn-ed ceiling in my dorm room.
My skin’s chapping at the snap of the seasons. It’s not comfort but its reassurance that I’m still here. College doesn’t feel like learning it feels like hours raveling. I want to be a fifth-year senior wino. I want to have fake brassy blond hair that waves softly under the glasses I push up on my head. I want to be so sporty it makes people mad. I want to hug the earth and keep Clemson green and be relaxed by an evergreen scented candle… alone.
