Drenched Giveaway

Descriptive Tale

As she stood in the doorway I watched my roommate with a skeptical edge. She smiled an all too cheery smile for how mopey she’d been lately. Her hair was a damp tangle of unintentional and less than fashionable waves, which was no doubt a result of the current downpour outside. Her clothes were more than soaked, too much so for the distance she would have walked from the car to the department store- her alleged destination. I suspected she’d changed her route while in transit. My suspicion was confirmed once I looked twice at her eyes. Despite the rest of her disheveled outfit her mascara was flawless. It was more prominent than it had been when she’d left the house. Every eyelash was coated in midnight black, not one touching another in the slightest. Beyond the frame of her delicately fanned lashes I could see a difference in her eyes. Her typically standard blue irises were transformed into the most magnificent shade of aquamarine with a hint of violet and undeniable specks of gold. This swirl of colors wrapped vivaciously around the black holes that represented her pupils. The combination of her unnaturally vibrant eyes, freshly applied mascara, and carelessly drenched ensemble could only mean one thing: my robot of a roommate finally shed her well-deserved tears.

Let's Get it Started

I used to think blogging was stupid.

Then I wrote a blog while studying abroad.

I finished studying abroad and stopped blogging.

Now I have the urge to blog again.

My plan at this point is to write whatever I determine noteworthy, whether it be a true anecdote from my day or a tall tale I decided to conjure up. For example, tonight I went on a walk, truthfully. I absolutely love walking/running at night. Sometimes, when the night is just right, I get an undeniable urge to sprint. Fighting my urge to sprint would be like fighting back the need to blink, I positively cannot pass it by. During my late night meandering tonight I got the compulsion to sprint it out like a gazelle. I don't actually know if gazelles are fast runners, but I think they're neat animals. I gave into my speedy desires and let my legs loose. I sprinted my cares away and got lost in the crisp night air whizzing past my satisfied body and smiling face. Right as my previously cold interior began to be warmed by my rapidly moving legs, I looked up and, to my horror, saw a fellow wanderer out yonder on my thought-to-be solitary route. My limbs stiffened up and stopped cold in their tracks. After realizing the other being on the streets was another human and not Sasquatch I began to make my feet move at an acceptable night-stroll pace. I continued onward home, with my head held slightly lower, and pretended that my zippy outburst was simply a figure of the stranger's imagination. And so my night walk concluded, as does my first blog entry.