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| TwoThey were content to be nerds. Ask anyone. You've never seen two people more comfortable with the label. While other couples weaved their fingers together and whispered cute cliches back and forth, "I love you so much right now," "Your eyes remind me of sunbursts," "Let's make out,"-these two discussed books. Not just whether or not they liked them either. One would mention a book the other would give a five minute dissertation about how the author was far too present and plain speaking, not using the obligatory ambiguity that all great writing strives for. Of course the other would reply that the very best writers were always jamming in their own thoughts and ideas. All the while they smiled, pleased to have someone with which to express the way they thought. Though, like the afore mentioned couples, their hands too would be clasped as they peered into each other's eyes longingly, any passing by eves dropper would simply role his eyes at how mundane and nerdy these two were. And even though they ranked at a solid score of five on the nerd-o-meter (The scale of course being from 1-20 and, as in golf, the lower the number the more nerdy the object of measurement), they were comfortable with each other as nerds.
Obviously, their conversations often meandered from books and weaved its way into childhood movies such as The Sandlot and Harriet the Spy (both of which were quoted often within their talks), and music "No way my first cd was Hanson too!" But each of them felt secure within the other. By each confiding their nastalgia within the other, they were constantly left with the feeling that the person with whom they were talking is someone that had been a companion since childhood. Their relationship was simply a matter of soul bearing. Of discovering as much about themselves as the other person. Of course the depth of their conversation would not be understood by our over-hearing passerby, who only hears nonsense questions like, "If you had to choose between sliding down a razor blade into a vat of oil or falling off a two story building and catching your eyelid on a nail on the way down, which would you choose?"
They would of course read each other poetry, not Byron, Shelley or some other hopeless romantic you hopefully have heard of, but original poetry. Not all of it was love poetry either. Once again, if you or I were to hear a recording of their metered words we would only hear nonsense about the width of a wrist or waves of water in a cul-de-sac. They connected here however.
She, of course, would grow tired of his perpetual need to quote movies and song, "Originality isn't your strong suite, huh?" He, of course, would question her need to question everything, "Decisiveness surely isn't yours!" But, even through their faults they found common ground. He couldn't spell. Not to save his life. She couldn't write an essay in under 14 hours. Not to be saved from a night without sleep. But she teased him just enough about not being able to spell, "Porch" (which as he learned doesn't have an 'E' at the end) that he was encourage to forge new ways to try and remember spellings ('Tomorrow' has the words, 'tom,' 'or,' 'row'). He nagged her just enough to force her to only quadruple check her essays before submission.
You've never seen two nerds more happy, (Of course have seen hordes of nerds more happy, specifically if one happened to go to the midnight opening of 'Starwars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace,' or if you should venture out to a Best Buy on the release date of the latest expansion of 'World of Warcraft'), but two individual nerds could not be found to match their happiness.
That's why it was so strange the first time they kissed (Kissing of course being reserved for the cool and trendy) and they felt an overwhelming sensation of hipness (This of course not be confused with 'hippiness' which often involves LSD and Bob Dylan). While true their combined nerdiness ranked them in the upper 12 percentile in all of nerdome, when they kissed, the romance was so palpable that they ranked in the top 5 percentile of all trendome. You may think this is a good thing. After all, what's better than becoming cool? (the answer of course is nothing) But there is an unfortunate side effect of becoming cool, each individual starts feeling superior. I would like to tell you that this is not what happens, that the couple's romance puts them beyond the reach of the side effects of hiposity (this of course not to be confused with hiphoposity which has been known to have a side effect of forcing sweaty hormonal teenagers to dry hump on the dance floor), but that would not be tragic. Which of course is what this story is.
Tragedy.
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| I'm...so...tired...but...must...keep...going.
Anyway, Here I am in RUssia and loving. How's life in america? Turns out it's cold here...and rainging...a lot...but there's now where I'd rather be right now. I'm walking around with like 2000 rubbles right now, which ammounts to about 80 american...weird right? I ordered from mcdonald's completely in russian last week...I felt so cool. Of course then they asked me what size I wanted ( unbeknownst to me) and then I looked thuroughly american. The best way to pass for a russian is to 1) not have red hair 2) frown constantly 3) walk quickly 4) dance. I cut a rug last night, You should have seen me, all those years of break dancing while walking around has finally paid off.
seeya in a few months! | | |
| I leave for freaking russia in less than 12 freaking hours!!!
Jealous?
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| StardustI saw stardust tonight. i have not read the book, so obviously my opinion comes from a general lack of knowledge of how the story actually goes, but i loved the movie. it was absolutely histerical. As many of you know Robert DeNiro plays a sky captain, but did you know he also is a cross dressing homosexual sky captain? See the movie if for no other reason than the dead princes and deniro in a dress. | | |
| how true!"I've made a lot of steps recently, but i can't stand up to him, he's like my white whale."
"Yeah, my white whale is frank." (enter actual white whale) | | |
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