Monday, October 6, 2008

Etiology: Acrophobia
10月 06日 「月曜日」
Rock climbing is ridiculously difficult.
And the fair is full of slow walkers. I only went on one ride, and risked having my phone fly off by taking it out to try and take photos of the fairground from high up on that spinning-swing-of-doom thing. The pictures all came out blurry. Who would have guessed?




Poor quality resizing = Blurry fail.
Ha-ha.


Anyway, I had some things to bring up, but I can't remember any of it now.

I was staring at a mural on the second floor of the art building the other day and a lady, who I didn't notice was watching me, stopped what she was doing with her paintings and approached me. It actually sort of startled me. She came right next to me and said, "I'm really surprised they haven't painted over this." And I turned to look at her, realizing she was about three inches away from my face (not exaggerating), and felt a bit uncomfortable but just asked, "What do you mean?" And she began telling me how she and a girl named Jessica had put it up two years ago, and the school administration, along with the rest of Fresno made such a big controversy over it. The painting held Anarcho-Capitalism themes that I didn't notice until I started reading all the writing.

I didn't have much to say about it, though. Two years ago I was too self-absorbed to take notice of what was going on around town. She started explaining other murals around campus that she's worked on and after awhile walked off mumbling things about Jessica. I suspect that the murals have ended now that Jessica's at another school and remarried to her husband... Ha-ha.

People really let too much information leak out in small conversation.

A little while after that, a girl in the bathroom with charcoal smeared on her face started talking to me, too. I saw her getting her revenge on the person who had done that to her before we went in to wash our hands, and she was telling me about the incident. Then she giggled and said she was plotting to pour a vat of fake blood on the boy. I wasn't sure why she was letting me in on her devious plan, but I laughed; wished her luck with that; then went outside.

Art students are oddly talkative. . o ."

Mood: Caffeinated
Listening to: Blue October - "Let It Go"
Reading: Speech Textbook (Attempt at being studious)
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