HAPPY END OF THE WORLD

Having gone to Brandeis and Harvard and discovering how grass on the other side could be simultaneously not as green and greener, it was all opium, government corruption, crime, and policing in Shanghai for two days. Then yesterday, I went for a haircut, got invitations for the luncheon, bought a winter coat that was spotted by Xing at my first sample sale, and shopped around. Not leaving my house for two days made me so aware of everything outside of it (or maybe just being in the Swarthmore bubble did it), it felt really good. The experience of getting my haircut in itself was engrossing, like how the woman washed my hair for ten minutes, and how the guy who cut my hair was so worked up about my bangs being angled and not traditional that when I tried to suggest he cut them at less of an angle he kept sighing and saying traditional bangs would look weird and bad and that he was using a special technique that I wouldn't find elsewhere, and how the place kept playing Backstreet Boys music videos that I didn't realize were the Backstreet Boys until after the first three. It was too much for me I think, I won't be returning.

Random thoughts have snuck up on me, like Halloween and whattobe. I'm thinking Margaret from Rushmore, but I'm not sure if that'd be too obscure. I was Maxwell from Maxwell's Silver Hammer off Abbey Road in high school and people didn't get it, which wasn't too fun. I figure a school as small and generally unknown as Swarthmore would thrive on obscurity but I doubt people would recognize the resemblance. Maybe Swarthmore does thrive on obscurity in that everyone's tastes and preferences are so obscure that hardly anyone else gets it, could such a thing happen. Anyway, midterms are coming and I'm in more need of studying. ALAS

C