Gracefulness

There is a crosswalk at the University with the warning, "Cars do not stop for pedestrians." As I've almost been smacked by drivers there a few times, I suspect it's not an ironic sign. As I was carefully crossing yesterday, I noticed that there are signs facing the drivers. I slowed down, looked at the back of the sign, and wondered if perhaps it said something like "Don't bother stopping for pedestrians; they've been warned." I then walked into a garbage can.

My one grandma would always over-compensate when driving if she was looking off to one side. It was always kind of fun to get her to look "over there, hey, look grandma!" because we'd start to swerve towards the lawn on the other side of the street. Apparently this condition is genetic.

After successfully navigating around the large, bright-red garbage can, I noticed there were students around who were watching my tango attempt. They may have been laughing, but as I wear my little iPod to avoid knowing such things for certain, they might not have been laughing specifically at the girl who walked in a semi-straight line at the garbage can.

To cap it off, I started doing a crossword on the bus home. I suck amazingly at these things and, perhaps to save my ego, I can read (not answer, just read) three clues before falling into a deep sleep. I woke up with a face-plant to the seat in front of me. There were other riders around who were, perhaps, laughing at me. Again, my little iPod helped convince me that just about anything else would be funnier than a fully sleeping person launching themselves at the cushioned back of another seat when the bus comes to an abrupt halt. I've become much more confident since I got my iPod.

Moral of today's story: Fraggle Rock is as cool as I remember.

An Erinku:
pink today
though girly,
not
heavy metal.