Taken from my journal today:
Well, I'm at this hippie festival at Bergen Community College- Teen Arts. Of course, right now I'm being exclusive because I think I'm cool like that. Enjoying the first day of June, beautiful day, being anti-social under a tree to keep cool in the grass. A tree which attracts these annoying little light green bugs whom, when you squish them, spurt out yellow goo. Because you really needed to know that.
A few hours ago I was not alone. I was with a group of random friends who decided they wanted to check out the Afro Peruvian Percussion seminar (which was awesome) because it sounded cool. So off we went to the cafeteria where there was a group of about 20 already starting. The guy running it all was a nice humble man who can play a bad ass congo. I scanned the room and there he was. Black skull cap, long hair spilling out from underneath, and a somewhat beard all on his jawline. I was in love. Of course it was obvious that I was staring at him, but we locked eyes about 5 times for more than just a second. Is he interested? Do I look okay today? My breath smells. This same exact process happens every time I see a cute guy, or hope to see a cute guy. It's really pathetic actually.
I separated myself from the group, which I always tend to do and I'm not positive whether that has to do with me just wanting to be alone, or wanting attention. Anyway, once I noticed that Skull Cap Boy left, I left a little bit after that. I found myself under this tree with the gooey bugs. In the 90 degree humid weather, it feels about 20 degrees cooler under this tree. I wrapped myself in Tara Leigh Cobble's book, "Here's to Hindsight". Throughout the pages she discusses her personal struggle to fit in with everyone and her desire to be "cool". Naturally, I was relating to this. This was me in a nutshell, exclusive and all. I was dying someone to notice me at that moment.
I could feel a presence by me and I almost hoped it was Jesus just to say "Hey you don't need to be noticed!". So I looked up and, shocker, it wasn't JC. It was Skull Cap Boy! I'm pretty sure I turned 5 shades of red and my smile was bigger than a little kid's on Christmas. "Hey I saw you at the drum thing right?"
"Yeah!" The irony of someone, especially him, noticing me at this moment was just too much to handle.
"Do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar!" Ah yes I'm that girl in your dreams. Marry me?
"Oh...yeah...I don't think so," It came out with more nervous laughter than I ever would intend. He took his skull cap off, as if I could recognize him better. His hair was dark brown and extremely curly.
"Ryan from Park Ridge?" He asked running a hand through his hair. His friend to the left of him, a cute hippie girl, stood back with a smile.
"I have one of the familiar faces," I said with a shrug and a smile. He was cute with his facial hair and gorgeous eyes, and his skateboard tucked under his arm.
"Maybe that's it, or I saw you at a show once," Marry me...He gave a little wave and smiled, walked back to the cement, and skated away.
So here I sit, under my shady trade, with the yellow goo bugs, and a big goofy smile on my face. In a way JC did tell me "Hey you don't need to be noticed, by any of these stupid cool kids," Ryan from Park Ridge was already all over that.
A few hours ago I was not alone. I was with a group of random friends who decided they wanted to check out the Afro Peruvian Percussion seminar (which was awesome) because it sounded cool. So off we went to the cafeteria where there was a group of about 20 already starting. The guy running it all was a nice humble man who can play a bad ass congo. I scanned the room and there he was. Black skull cap, long hair spilling out from underneath, and a somewhat beard all on his jawline. I was in love. Of course it was obvious that I was staring at him, but we locked eyes about 5 times for more than just a second. Is he interested? Do I look okay today? My breath smells. This same exact process happens every time I see a cute guy, or hope to see a cute guy. It's really pathetic actually.
I separated myself from the group, which I always tend to do and I'm not positive whether that has to do with me just wanting to be alone, or wanting attention. Anyway, once I noticed that Skull Cap Boy left, I left a little bit after that. I found myself under this tree with the gooey bugs. In the 90 degree humid weather, it feels about 20 degrees cooler under this tree. I wrapped myself in Tara Leigh Cobble's book, "Here's to Hindsight". Throughout the pages she discusses her personal struggle to fit in with everyone and her desire to be "cool". Naturally, I was relating to this. This was me in a nutshell, exclusive and all. I was dying someone to notice me at that moment.
I could feel a presence by me and I almost hoped it was Jesus just to say "Hey you don't need to be noticed!". So I looked up and, shocker, it wasn't JC. It was Skull Cap Boy! I'm pretty sure I turned 5 shades of red and my smile was bigger than a little kid's on Christmas. "Hey I saw you at the drum thing right?"
"Yeah!" The irony of someone, especially him, noticing me at this moment was just too much to handle.
"Do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar!" Ah yes I'm that girl in your dreams. Marry me?
"Oh...yeah...I don't think so," It came out with more nervous laughter than I ever would intend. He took his skull cap off, as if I could recognize him better. His hair was dark brown and extremely curly.
"Ryan from Park Ridge?" He asked running a hand through his hair. His friend to the left of him, a cute hippie girl, stood back with a smile.
"I have one of the familiar faces," I said with a shrug and a smile. He was cute with his facial hair and gorgeous eyes, and his skateboard tucked under his arm.
"Maybe that's it, or I saw you at a show once," Marry me...He gave a little wave and smiled, walked back to the cement, and skated away.
So here I sit, under my shady trade, with the yellow goo bugs, and a big goofy smile on my face. In a way JC did tell me "Hey you don't need to be noticed, by any of these stupid cool kids," Ryan from Park Ridge was already all over that.
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