falling asleep in class....

Yesterday in Mr. Dailey's English class, he played this ridiculously long documentary about jazz. Now I don't have a problem with it, its cool and dandy and all, but an hour and a half is too much.
Well, I moved to lay down in the middle of the floor because I couldn't see from behind the projector, but I fell asleep. I guess I roll around in my sleep because I woke up 2 yards away from my initial spot, sprawled out on the floor. Mr. Dailey flicked the lights on which woke me up and people were looking at me like..."Wow, Tinsley." So I sat up and realized I had bed/sex hair (LOL).

Its hilarious to imagine me asleep, rolling around in the middle of the floor with the projector flashing different colors on the walls. Haha... yeah.

How I Met My Boyfriend

Since nothing particularly interesting happened today, I'll just resort to talking about how I met my fabulous boyfriend. 

Last year, I attended a summer session for NCSA's Visual Arts program in Winston Salem. As I was standing in line to sign up for student activities, I saw that the woman behind me had on a really pretty blouse, so I said, "Hey, I like your blouse." Then a guy about my age peered out from behind her, looking really awkward with his arms crossed, giving me "elevator eyes". The woman said, "Thanks, I like your hair!" And my mom jumps out of the blue and says "She cuts it herself!"

Then the kid behind his mom uncrosses his arms really fast, opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. So he just folds his arms back the way they were and stares at the ceiling. I asked him what his name was, and he introduced himself as JP. He seemed ridiculously shy. (Which is ironic because he's one of the most extroverted people I know.)

That night I sat with my roommate in the dining hall. JP walks over to our table and asks me if he could sit there, because I was the only one he'd talked to so far. So I said "Yeah kid, take a seat." We made some small talk, I don't remember what about specifically, but a few seemingly small things I remember very well. At the time, he came across as a dork, and I wouldn't have pictured dating him. I thought he was attractive, had interesting features but he was just so nervous and shy. I could see his heart beat in his drink!

Suddenly something I said made him laugh and his face lit up and a grin pulled across his face revealing adorable dimples and his laugh was absolutely infectious. 

He asked me what school I went to. I told him, and he asked if I knew a guy named Jim Munger. I said well yeah, he's like my best friend at that place. He said no way, I don't believe it - that's MY best friend! We were freaking out like squealing girls standing up with our fists hitting the table in excitement. At that point I think we freaked out my roommate because she quietly slipped out to another table. But of course we didn't care, cause we already had so much to talk about. 

"So your the 'emo piece of shit' Jim mentioned who wears that My Chemical Romance jacket all the time?" 

He looked kind of embarrassed and I think he said something like "Yeah it was a phase."

We just hit it off right away, and couldn't get enough of each other. We talked constantly about anything, and every time I went to breakfast, lunch or dinner I found him there waiting for me. Something I could, and would, definitely get used to. We quickly grew infatuated with each other and spent almost every free moment walking around together finding that there were an endless amount of things to talk about. It was easy falling in love with him.

I'll add more later.

Wind, Sand and Jigsaw Puzzles.

Two feet in front of me and spread out all over the carpet are the contents of a 2 thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, approximately 46% complete, with all of the edge pieces intact and little piles of like-pieces in the center. When its done, its supposed to be a blown up picture of Times Square, with all of its random, glowing advertisements. Probably the most difficult puzzle that Wally-World has to offer. To my left, is the open sliding glass door to the balcony complete with the drapes blowing in the breeze, overlooking a wildly colorful view of Ocean Creek from the 3rd floor of the South Tower. Palm trees, swimming pools, sounds of screaming children running around in Spongebob swim trunks with their pails and shovels clattering on the pool deck, all echoing between surrounding hotels and funneling into the room. This scene coupled with my frustration with this puzzle and you have the ultimate recipe for a headache and overstimulation.

On a completely random and probably only personally significant note, I am losing my appreciation for the aesthetics of 4:00 on a sunny afternoon. It may seem beautiful and warm to some, and I guess it does for me too, but only on the outside. Still, it gives me this shallow apathetic feeling. This time of day just lacks all of the vibrancy and depth of 11 or 12 o'clock. The sunlight doesn't seem to shine through leaves or twinkle on water the way it does midmorning. Anything white starts to look yellow, and colors look withered and impure. It really is like the day itself is just dying.... Wow. I have a strange mind. How's that for a first blog?

11:30 PM

Wow... so much for the jigsaw puzzle. My sister just raked all of it into a heap in the living room floor. Ouch. There goes an entire week's worth of tedious hunting and sorting pieces. Ugh.