Friday, August 31, 2007

Opportune Moment

He shared a classroom with her for over four years but he had still only spoken to her once when they had been paired as project partners yesterday. He fully recognized how madly in love with her he was and that is why it was completely unbearable to know that she pretty much held him in common thought with mud and the goo of bugs on the front of your car after a long drive. She moved like an angel... He thought about her in Biology the most because she sat directly infront of him. That was mostly the reason they had been set up into that fateful group.
Her friends thought that he was really strange and she generally agreed ; he wore a towel around his neck. If maybe he was a jock and always sweaty then perhaps the sporting of absorbent cloth would make a little bit of sense but he actually just wore a towel for some kind of statement. She had read his favourite book in grade 9 out of curiosity and thought that that kind of dedication was somewhat admirable but after four years she was begining to think that he was actually out of his senses. This meaning that he be sentenced to social ostracism for being different and difficult. It was never her intention to bring this about but she realized it the day they were partnered and they spoke to eachother for the very first time in four years.
He thought she was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen and the most perfect human that had ever been created. He stashed his towel in has backpack to get to Biology so that no one would steal it as a prank in the hall and he really felt like the connection between them was so strong that the teacher had chose them together because he could sense it too.
All class he thought about taking her out to dinner and making her think that they were going to work on their Bio project but really it was a suprise! She sat infront of him unmoving and quietly. Then the bell rang and she stayed seated while the class packed up their things and filed out, shuffling their lazy feet like penguins waddle. Still she remained seated and looked nervously around for her girlfriends. He felt something was wrong and decided to bring it up.
"Is something the matter?"
She seemed so embaressed that she could die and kind of muttered something short and quiet.
She waited a second until the teacher turned away and the last classmate left then sort of arose from the chair a slight little bit. It was covered in blood.
"I didn't know it was coming. I can't leave the classroom like this." She snivelled and broke out in tears. He took his towel out of his bag at that moment and offered it to her.
"Wear this until you can go change in the locker rooms. I'll cover your chair with papertowel until you're back and changed."
She shuffled into the towel as fast as she could and took off down the hall. He covered the messed chair and felt hurt that she hadn't thanked him at all.
Then he looked up and she was there, changed into her gym shorts and flushed with embaressment and hurry. He couldn't remember how she got from the door to him but he liked to think that she floated over. All he could remember was that she kissed him and that they missed their next class together and that he never got his towel back. Slut.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Friday, August 17, 2007

Jenwa and the Pepper Spray

Walking home late at night down the tunneled streets of Wolseley Avenue is probably my favourite thing to do on this planet. There is however, a very big difference in walking home late at night and walking home very late at night, completely trashed. The air is still and quiet almost like it's sleeping too. The sound of your footsteps are the loudest thing for blocks and the light of the moon is kept away by the very trees so adored by the dozing hippies all around. The deep wish that everyone dangerous has already passed out by 3AM becomes more and more feverant. Being a small and weak creature, clutching desperately at a small can of dog repellant/pepper spray is the only line of sanity keeping me anchored and safe from the raging waters in the Bay of Panic and Run. Every shadow is a rapist and every tree in the wind a robber.
What a perfect time to practice my Kung-Fu!
Lawn Gnome casualties: 7 and 1/2
Jenwa casualties: 0