Diary Entry (5.5.11)

Read Part I of my diary here.

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Here I am, still scrawling illegibly into my notebook, watching a guy tap his sneakers to piano and trumpets, checking Facebook every few seconds. It’s my idea of Perez, only, nothing. Ever. Happens.

I’m not really a fan of gossip, anywho. More observations—a continuation from my previous entry—via people watching and mild eavesdropping:

• College romances are silly. Am I being realistic or cynical? Let me know.
• There are a lot of people who look around aimlessly. Perhaps that’s why so many college kids smoke—they’re so bored they start that up. To occupy time. And their hands. I thought that’s what texting was for…?

Moments Later…

…and I am no longer in my little corner. Currently sitting in a monotonous, kind of useless lecture, making my presence there productive:

• I’ve come to realize that I find boys who write in cursive to be attractive. Sexy, even. Since I’ve made the correlation that cursive writers are typically artistic, creative, and more sensitive.
• I need an inconspicuous thing in which to write. I love a beautifully-bound journal, but it’s kind of bougie, no? A composition notebook, perhaps? Ugh, they’re so unattractive though, and remind of the days pre-college ruled, lined paper.
• The one interesting thing gathered from the otherwise boring lecture: the gaze is the idea of looking, and being looked at. Interesting. A woman who looks—or gazes, rather—invites intimacy. She invites a challenge. It is an invitation where the RSVP is unnecessary. It’s a demand. (Let’s counter that with a discussion on how the male gaze, and the feminist perspective of this marketing idea.)

Just stuff to think about.

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