IT was bloody cold today. One of those bitter colds where your nose hairs stick together when you breathe in.
Yesterday was so cold that the lock on my car door froze and broke. So now I cannot open the driver's side door, and have to crawl in through the other side of the car.
Today while I was returning to my car after class, I was in the middle of crawling throught the passenger door when I looked out the window and saw a pretty girl wearing a pretty tailored fur-lined coat and pretty high heeled boots on the way to her pretty black Jetta. I couldn't help but feel somewhat shabby, uncoordinated and just a little bit ghetto as I tried to manouver myself into the drivers seat, bumping my head on the roof and kicking the gear-shift stick with my salt-stained running shoes. Trying to smooth my coat, and re-pin my hair, I tried to re-gain my composure and put on my face of confidence. The car whirred three times before a successful jumpstart and purr. I thought to myself, "At least I had a car to drive today, and was not stuck waiting for the bus." I should be more grateful.

Then, as I was reversing out of the parking lot, I saw the pretty girl slip on the icy pavement.

Man... my CCT 353 prof smells of really bad BO.

yuk!

Today she hovered her armpit over my shoulder as she leaned with one hand on the back of my chair and the other hand on the table while demonstrating how to use iMovie on my computer. I couldn't concentrate on what she was explaining becuase her smell was so overpowering. She looks like one of those downtown urban bike couriers. Big curly blond hair, dri-fit shirts, cropped pants, black flat boots, black thick rimmed glasses, hemp bracelets, NO Bra (gross)....plus her coat has this trail of salt stains and splatters in a line down the middle of her back. She must ride a bike. IT explains the weird outfits and BAD smell. THose bike courriers are a straaaaange bunch.