WHAT THE FUCK is this homeless-chic shit about, and why the hell do I find it attractive?
Excuse me society, but when the hell did Walden beards become a must have to work at Urban Outfitters? I saw a guy on campus today, a good looking, young guy who looked totally homeless at first glance. So I look again, and I ask myself "Juliet, is this attractive young man ACTUALLY homeless?" Now it's not impossible that there are homeless people on campus (in fact, I saw one just a few hours ago walking back from the muni....yeah) and the differences between actual derelict and knock off are discreet but noticiable, and they are as follows: one, the ragged looking coat is in fact a peacoat, poised to look careless and casual. Two, clean hands. Un-worked, nail-clipped hands, and three, those trashy looking faded boots he's wearing are actual Doc Martins which I happen to know for a fact sell at $108.00 dollars retail. NICE.
So, cross homeless off the list and accept the fact that this was in fact a very thought out, probably pre-planned outfit arranged to look effortless.
And you made fun of K-Fed.
ON THE ISSUE OF TALKING TO MYSELF:
Fuck off. I'm not going to try to hide this one anymore, anyone who has spent more than a day with me has probably caught me talking to myself. Am I crazy? Maybe, but I highly doubt that talking to myself is the major indicator of that, I believe wholeheartedly that there are TWO types of people who talk to themselves, the clinically insane, and writers.
I think that anyone who is truely a writer talks to themself, because writers think in words and anyone who knows words will tell you that much of writing, and of thinking, is about the way it sounds when you say it. It just happens. Stop looking at me like I'm out of my mind.
Seriously.
AND LAST BEFORE I GO WATCH WEEDS:
People not talking on the muni.
Okay, I get it, a lot of people on the train are fucking weirdos (take, for example, the guy who hugged me in Powell station today...fucker) but for the most part, the people around you are totally ordinary people and if you were with them in some other social situation it would be more than natural to talk to them.
I was on the train tonight with three people my age (all of whom got off at campus with me).
One was a skinny half asian kid with a v neck down halfway to his bellybutton who got on the train at Castro. Nice looking kid, very well dressed, obviously not a homeless guy or a creeper, totally silent. No headphones.
The other kid looked to be maybe 20 at the oldest, sitting on the bench next to me, obviously not homeless, obviously heading back to campus, totally silent, no headphones.
The third was another well dressed kid in a tee shirt and jeans with a skateboard, texting on his phone, (he was super cute, makes me wanna do that thing people do where they put out ad's on craig's list "Looking for skater guy from M train, got off at campus, walks slow, sad eyes.) but he too was totally silent, NO HEADPHONES.
So I'm sitting there, WITH headphones, right in the center of these three boys, all within total speaking distance, all young, totally sane looking kids who probably have a lot in common (since they all go to school together...) and no one is saying anything, it's totally silent. So I took off my headphones and started looking from one kid to another. Got to a point where I was seriously and legitamitely staring (especially at skateboard kid, hi skateboard kid) and waiting for someone, anyone, to say something. Nobody did. Everyone got off together and walked silently in different directions.
What the HELL SFSU?
I understand and am ALL for respecting people's space but why does it have to be so fucking awkward to say hi. I debated fake sneezing to see if anyone would say "bless you" to me, but I have never really practiced fake sneezing and I wasn't sure it would be convincing, and god, THEN who looks like a crazy person.
Ah yes well, problems with no solutions, and all that good stuff. I'm not tired since never sleep, ever. But it's early yet and I don't want to type anymore. I think I'll make some tea and watch Weeds on illegal Japanese sites with Chinese subtitles.
I like the name Silas, I think it's neat.
Night.
