Thursday, January 17, 2008
The Ultimate Dramatic Exit
Okay, so I know I already put a post up today (in fact, five minutes ago), but something really funny just happened to me. Well, funny to other people. I'm not in a place where I can laugh about it yet. I'm just not. No, I'm lying. I totally am. I'm staring at my computer screen and cracking up as we speak. Or rather, as I type.But let's get to the point. This whole time, my music's been really quiet. So I kept hitting the volume button, with a subconscious question mark floating around in my head. I clearly wasn't thinking, or I would have noticed two things, a) my music is never that quiet when I have my headphones on, and b) that everyone else in the room kept glancing at me (they don't have wireless internet here, so we have to go to the mailroom, a public area where ethernet exists. Yeah, I know, Spartan times). But I did not notice, and therefore, did not connect these two points. This being the case, I was happily listening to a punk song (the first one that had been loud enough), and was caught completely off-guard when another student suddenly remarked: "Wow, that's angry music. Does it make you feel better or something?"
Startled, I did the first smart thing all afternoon. I looked at my headphone plug. Sure enough, to my utter chagrin, it wasn't plugged in. And the realization burst upon me that I had been obnoxiously entertaining the entire room with my music. For the good Lord only knows how long. A little thing, you might say, but enough to make me writhe in inward agony for a good five minutes at least, and devoutly wish I had the ability to burst into flames and die.
Seriously. It would get me out of so many awkward situations. With a nicely climactic effect.
Spudge at 8:26 PM
1 Comments
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at January 24, 2008 7:14 PM
Zombie Chipmunk said... I wish I could burst into flames and die about 20% of the time. Perhaps more if I'm feeling dramatic. The word dramatic feels heavier and more bold when I know you're the one typing it. When I type it, dramatic is but a puffy tumor burgeoning on the back of your lowercase d.