College, or other generic topics, for when I can't think of a creative title

In the last two months, I have realized a thing or two about myself, people around me, and ... well, basically things in general (vague...):


- My resting heart rate goes up to about 90 - 100 around 10 - 11 pm. I don't know why.
- The bronze statue in front of the Mattin Center has its boobs rubbed off. So the entire statue is kinda dark broze color, except the boobs, which is kinda golden. I don't know why, but every time I look at it I think of Madonna.
- I cannot remember names. Example: After working at the same place for 11 months, I still cannot remember half the people's names there.

Ok, so that list is kind of (very) pathetic. There are more things, but I can't remember them at all (I'm so incompetent).

A funny thing I saw two nights ago:

I was walking in the freezing cold (with massive gusts of wind) when I see a girl in front of me. She wasn't that great looking (from the back, anyways), and she was wearing the shortest denim miniskirt I have ever seen in my life (and I've seen plenty...thank you Texas) with these hideous (not that I'm a judge of fashion) brown...suede (or whatever that fuzzy like material is) high heel boots. To top it off, she was wearing some sort of see through shirt thing. I'm in jeans, sneakers (I know, I become increasingly more attractive with every word that I type) and a sweatshirt and I'm freezing. Oh silly girls. Anyways, that's not the funny part. A huge wind blows by and sorta like...flings her skirt backwards. I don't know how to describe it. It was just purely amazing. I almost laughed my butt off (and subsequently ran into one of those poles...those blue lighted ones around campus with the emergency button so that if you were ever you know, near a light when you're getting raped, you can press the button). The girl just walked on like nothing happened. I must say, that's incredibly classy.

I'm such a terrible person. I'm definetely inconsiderate. Perhaps she comes from a culture that only allows denim-skirt wearing for their women under the age of 40, and she is a recent immigrant from that said country, and she neither understands American culture nor does she own any other form of clothing.

Or I'm just jealous because it was Friday night and she probably had a heck of a better time than I did, since I *think* I was walking over to finish up some sort of paper I was writing.

Yes, that must be it. I'm bitter at my lack of social interaction with human beings and I am taking out my anger at a poor, poor girl who just happen to have her skirt blown in her face.

On a less pathetic note (or..not, I'll let you be the judge of that):
(Disclaimer: this is not my story, I heard it second hand, and it may have been modified to the storyteller's liking)
So my friend Mary (name changed to protect her/his identity) was walking down North Charles St., and she does a double take as she sees a --- yes, yes, it is --- a giang penis walking toward her. Well, not really penis. It's a penis and two testicles...so basically the entire external male genital. Anyways, I digress. Oh, I would have given my left testicle to have been a witness of that spectacle (ha...notice the irony....I'm a literary mastermind...).

I think my friend Mary needs to stop smoking marijuana.

And I think whoever was in the external male genital costume deserves a gift certificate to Chipotle or something for just being awesome.

To end this entry, here's an old picture. Badly scanned, but what can I do? I'm a poor college student:










Random little girl.
Yes, I am that sketchy.
I used a normal No. 2 Pencil because my charcols ran away.