reading into short stories

I think it's hysterical. For instance, my short(ish) story came up in my creative writing class today. I read the whole thing out loud (thirteen cursed pages), and then had to sit in silence while the class and teacher critiqued it. Some of my thoughts:

The corset as symbolism of that society I wrote about being rigid and restricting? I mean, it sounds gloriously deep and thoughtful. I'm glad people think I'm that deep, because I totally didn't mean that as symbolism.

Red as the color of passion and fire...um, no, actually, I just made the paint in the story red because I really like red.

There's a lot of romantic heat between David and Aphrodite...um, okay? If you say so? Totally not how I intended it, but whatever...

No, I didn't think about 'David' being a highly appropriate name for an artist. At least, not consciously.

The conclusion I have come to: my subconscious is brilliant.

Proof that I am 1. very tired, 2. deprived of writing, and 3. generally crazy

Sarah:

i need to do something b4 my brain splodes

4:34pm Edge

lol\

4:36pmSarah

too late

4:36pm Edge

your brain...exploded?

so basically i need to go call walter and peter and see what happened [reference to the J.J. Abrams show, Fringe]

4:37pmSarah

ha ha ha ha ha ah ah ah

4:37pm Edge

so...since you're at a computer i'm guessing it was the freaky video which melted your brain

or excess radiation in your blood...ew.

rachel is not gonna be happy

4:41pmEdge

omg you're not responding

it's true then

4:42pmSarah

.....

4:42pmMaddee

she's aliveeee!@

sigh

of relief

4:42pmSarah

no

4:42pmMaddee

you're...not alive?

4:42pmSarah

no

4:43pmMaddee

then...your consciousness...give me as ec here

*a sec

aha!

it has somehow entered your computer

oh my gosh

4:43pmSarah

777 ,zgtfdcfshghkadfggddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

4:44pmMaddee

...*tries to decode*

wait

I think I have it

"It was the tomato sauce"

I KNEW IT

the redness of the sauce

it was really...unicorn blood

so on the plus side, unicorns then exist

but...on the minus side, you're kind of dead

'kind of' being defined as your consciousness being trapped in your computer

dude, it's probably a vista operating system too

sucks to be you

4:48pmMaddee

oh my gosh, i just re-read what i typed...i didn't realize how many issues i had until just how

Maddee

but wait. unicorn blood is silver.

so...

4:51pmSarah

we's gonna get pizza

4:51pmMaddee

...you follow that brilliant unraveling of your death with 'we's gonna get pizza'?!?!

hahahaha jk jkj jk

Gold heartbreak

heartbreak
has a color
two now
from springtime past
shimmering Aztec gold
burnished in the sun

the other appeared
yesterday
pale burgundy
shade of a dying leaf
cut off from life
color of a bleeding heart

(it's a little better this time. i'll be okay. i don't know when.)

Amazingness

is hanging out with three friends who help me sarcastically tear apart obnoxious RAs, and all of us being on computers and facebook and less than three feet apart, and trying to figure out who is saying what to one another. They are awesome. :D

WARNING

My fail of the day:

I was in the little common room of my suite. One of my suitemates was happily doing dishes in our little kitchen. It was a blissful domestic scene, quiet and only broken by the occasional sounds of my coughing (darn allergies), and Sarah Michelle Gellar stabbing a demon from my computer. This beautiful tranquility was broken by the sound of the world's most obnoxious RA rambling through the door (open due to some oven fumes). I was told I was a fail at answering my phone.

So as this RA casually strolled into another suitemate's room to get her computer charger (Mac snobs...well, she's not a Mac snob. He is.), I put down my computer and went to grab my phone. Because it's not necessarily that I didn't believe he'd called, but he is one of those people who would mess with me like that. So I walked into the kitchen area, which is floored with some kind of linoleum stuff.

Four steps later, I found out up-close and personal that the floor had been mopped.

My suitemate gasped and asked if I was okay. From a beautiful hands-and-knees position on the floor, I started laughing hysterically. The highly obnoxious RA also started laughing from the other suitemate's bedroom and said, "Fail!" I fell back on my natural response to obnoxious guys: "Shut up, Griffin!" (Oh, look, did I mention a name? Drat.)

I don't think this particularly obnoxious RA has been in the suite this semester. Ever. And I don't recall anyone mopping this semester either. What are the odds........

Part 2.

Me:
lol cool. If you're up here on a Tuesday or Thursday night, let me know, you might drop by one of the Ultimate frisbee games on campus those nights. It's pretty much my primary sport after running, lol

Guy:
wow, you run and play ultimate frisbee? i love both those things. ultimate would be hella fun, but i wouldnt mind just going running with you.

Me:
well there's a game tomorrow night at 9:30 at the soccer fields here, same for thursday, every week if you wanna come.

Guy:
the soccer field, huh? i think i can make it, could i get your number so i can text or call you tomorrow?

Me:
yah . It'll really start around 9:45...frisbee players are classically dilatory. Haven't figured out why yet lol

Guy:
dilatory! lol i can tell youre home schooled. but yeah it sounds like fun, i'll see ya there! :)

Me:
haha well, I'm also a writing major, and my mom was an English teacher...I didn't have a chance lol

Guy:
wow, what do you like to write? im taking creative writing this semester, and i really like it, its like my favorite class haha



_________________

So. 9:30 came. 9:45 came. The entire game (which was an AWESOME game) passed. No text, no call, no show.

Strike 1: He never showed, texted, or called. Major no-nos.

Strike 2: He never showed at Ultimate Frisbee. That is a SIN.

Strike 3: He and his bff are cussing each other out on Facebook.

So I am totally single again. And lovin' it. Easy decisions rock!!!!! =)

*whimpers and covers head*

Facebook thread:

Guy:

im not in high school, im in college

Me:

Yeahhh, J. M. informed me of that =p. You have to admit though, there were a million high school kids swarming the campus at that point, and there aren't usually, so... logical conclusion =P

Guy:

i dont exactly look like a high school kid though. hell, i shaved before i went to that karaoke thing. maybe that was it?

Me:

Lol maybe...I'm gonna chalk it up to the fact that I was really tired and should have been asleep an hour ago. I def was not picking up on details lol.

Guy:

oh, i heard somewhere that people look younger when you're tired... but yeah definitely not in high school. you're a freshman i'm guessing?

Me:

Haha you must have been tired too, I'm a sophomore =P

Guy:

haha i think i was, so that would make sense. have you gone to (name of university) this whole time? i visit campus pretty often but i dont think ive seen you before

Me:

Haha yeah, I've been here the whole time. I didn't have the blond in my hair last year tho, so I look different...maybe that's it lol.

Guy:

haha maybe. well i hope i didnt freak you out too bad when i talked to you, you looked good in your dress and i wanted to get to know you

Me: Haha thanks =P See, the thing is, I am an ex-homeschooler...so that hopefully explains a lot haha.

Guy: lol not at all. you dont like compliments? or people?

Me:

Hahaha no, both are fine, I'm just not as used to the compliments...it's a random homeschooler thing lol

Guy:

ah, ill keep that in mind. what do you say we hang out sometime?

..............I haven't answered yet.