My B-side

Molding Irony

I headed to the computer lab for a quickie print job. 5 people and far too many second thoughts of running-into-the-room-screaming-, “I JUST NEED TO PRINT!!?!?!” -later, I gained part-time possession of a computer with printing capabilities. After printing my whole one page in mere seconds I carried on like a Diana Ross song back to T Hall. (Actually, I ran like Forest. It was 12 degrees outside.) Glad to be out of the Antarctic-wannabe-weather I entered the lobby with delight. I stopped at the entrance to remove my 76 cent Wal-Mart gloves. As I looked up, I saw the room was filled with at least a dozen people. I began to notice a pattern, a couples-pattern. Every person in the room was embracing a significant other/N.C.M.O-partner-in-crime. I felt like the ugly purple wool sock in the back of drawer number two whose mate was lost long ago in the wash. I knew I was screwing with the room’s Karma so I hopped the next elevator. Luckily, I was its only passenger. So I just let it all out, “SEPTEMBER NEVER STAYS THIS COLD WHERE I COME FROM!!!!” That’s about all I could get in; the elevator was in a hurry to dump me. I entered my room, and for the first time utterly despised my happy-daisy theme. But the cure for whatever ailment I had was just a pair (everything seems to come in pairs) of headphones away. Dash always does the trick now doesn’t he? “So this is odd, the painful realization that all has gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lovers clothes and burned the letters Lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better, Doesn't make it any better And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange, our side stepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all. And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is defeaning and keeping you from this sleep. And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just to much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. This is incredible, Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. Well you'd like to think that your were invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time? well this is the last time. This is the last time, This is the last time."

posted by Melissa at 02:29