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Wash off makeup, hair into messy ponytail, old college sweats, ice cold drink, warm spot on couch, Heat game. Happiness.
Even if I had gotten a phone call warning me about my building potentially being on fire, which I did—thanks, Dancer (Fire truck sirens? What fire truck sirens?)—I think I would've glanced back at the score one or three times before escaping the thick, neck-gripping smoke invading the door cracks. I shouldn't joke about that considering how scared I actually am of being trapped in a fire, but I guess that's what we call overcompensation. I'm the kind of person to whom ridiculous things happen, so while my fears may seem irrational they're not that implausible. I imagine grabbing my cell, laptop, a pair of pants. One time during an episode of Lost, I forget which, I decided that if I'm displaced during a disaster, I'll be wearing pants—not my house shorts—and Vandy sweater. I also decided that I wouldn't be written off as that quiet Asian girl with lots of makeup. I could at least be that quiet Asian girl with lots of makeup in a college sweater who may not be completely mentally vacant.
Lost track. I wouldn't give my dignity to watch the Heat courtside (oh, tested I have been) but I'd consider an extremity. Wade is so much fun; I'm excited to see Beasely grow; I wish I had cared when Jordan was in his day; I hate Josh Smith, Murray's 3-pointers, Bibby's game face; I hate any opposing 3-pointers, badly called flagrant fouls, the Pistons but the Mavericks more; I can't believe Hamilton still wears that mask; I enjoy the fact that the Hawks will be crushed by the Cavs; why such hatred I don't know, but basketball (and roller coasters) brings out Tourette's in me.
My Heat sweatshirt came in today. Just take all my money, Heat franchise! is what sort of happens during game commercials. All I wanted for my birthday was bragging rights. Heat '08-'09! But I must settle for my sweater.
Out of curiosity I looked up what was going on inside my head exactly 1 year ago today. Not quite what's going on here today, let me tell you. 40 minutes ago I was painting my toenails while listening to Chris Brown debating when I should use that KFC coupon. I have my days. Don't judge me.
Visiting my alma mater this weekend. And some of these good people.
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| | Posted 5/7/2009 2:07 AM - 13 Views
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