"Never for a second did I think of myself as the sexiest guy in the world. When I was a kid, I thought I was the strongest man in the world. Then, the fastest runner and then the smartest person in the world. One by one my delusions got shut down. Now I just see myself as the lamest guy in the world." -Jack Black
This is my first semester going to a university that actually has somewhat of an American college atmosphere. You know...like the kind in movies. Kids are actually allowed to ride skateboards, smoke freely, tote coffee and actually drink it... all while on campus. There are actual fraternities. With no dress code, warmer weather revealed more skin than an afternoon of watching MTV. There's even unabashed talk of drinking at actual bars and getting drunk. I mean, we're not talkin' Animal House by any means but it certainly ain't no BYU. And, it's kinda interesting for now...
I ride the bus to and from school for a total of 2 hours a day and I see a lot of crazy characters then. But they don't bother me as much as the SMELL does! In my two weeks of commuting, I've experienced a variety of odors, each different and distinct from the other, but ultimately just as nasty. Cat odors, motor oil odors, cat-rolled-in-motor-oil odor, b.o., sweat odor, sweaty perfume odor, stale cigarette smoke odor, fat sweaty person odor, old people smells, halitosis, and more, assault my senses whenever I board. It's almost a game I play, trying to distinguish and label the plethora of stenches embedded in the seats or floating in the air-- a game I always lose, however. Don't get me wrong, riding the bus saves me a lot of money; I've just gotta invest in some nose plugs.
So here I am looking older all the time, growing older all the time, feeling younger in my mind.Superman - Goldfinger
"You look like a dad." "Like my dad?"
"No, just a dad." "What are you trying to say?"
"You don't look like 2nd ward Ryan anymore." "Oh...I'm only 26."
Shoot! I can't stay 21 forever. I guess it's time to sport the flame shoes and the mini-male mohawk again. Either that or consign myself to the fact that I really am in the 25 - 30 bracket and start tucking my shirts in whilst wearing loafers.