Homly Girl

So last night I threw my laundry in the dryer and raced over to Lee’s to pick up some apples, yogurt, and cereal. As I was wandering around, in my best apparel (I was doing laundry remember), looking at who even knows what I feel someone grab something from my basket. I was extremely tired and it took my a few seconds to register that my apples were gone. And by that time the thief was half way down the next aisle. It all happened so fast I didn’t know what to do. That is when I heard my cousin Whitney laughing right behind me. Brian and her were coming to get Popsicles and decided to prey upon the weak and homely looking in the supermarket. We chatted for a bit and then parted.

I then hurried back over to my apartment to grab a shirt out of the dryer that I needed to retrieve before it shrunk. Oakridge now has access keys you have to use to get into the clubhouse after hours. So as I was standing there holding my groceries, trying to swipe my card, and pull the door open before it locked again, looking homely, a nice man opened the door. It was just no ordinary man it was Cordell, (some may remember him from being my downstairs neighbor in my last apartment that wanted his roommate [my home teacher] to hook him up with me.) I haven’t seen him since he brought me cookies so it was a bit awkward, I then followed him into the laundry room. Once in the door, he asked “So how is your summer going.” Thinking he was talking to me said “Great, how about yours?” Cordell never replied and I had a strange feeling he wasn’t asking me. Feeling it as an awkward moment I tried to hurry and grab my sweater, while juggling groceries. As I was walking out of the laundry room I saw another girl in there. Ah ha, So Cordell wasn’t talking to me.

I blame this whole night on the way I was looked. Now I am not one to care about my looks, but doesn’t it seem when you don’t get “put together” and just say, “Oh well who am I going to see anyways?” is the time you see everyone and make yourself look like a bigger fool. If I wasn’t wearing my sweats while trying to cover my hairy legs, while going out in public with hair I hadn’t brushed since morning. I would not have felt at all the least bit awkward and been able to perform my tasks with grace. But If I would have gone through the night with grace I wouldn’t have anything to get all dramatic about so…this post has now came to the end without meaning, or even making the least bit of sense.