The Girl in the Dirty Shirt

Tea Tea Hee Hee

Friday, June 16, 2006

I have the worst sore throat, but no, oh no, that’s not going to stop meeeeeehhhhhh. I’ve been ingesting Good Things since I woke up—hot tea, pills, pineapple chunks, more hot tea, more pills—and I will be better in a little while, yes yes.

This last week before school has been pretty lethargic, and no, it isn’t some stupid bummed-that-the-summer’s-over deal, because I had exhausted all my summer energy weeks and weeks ago. I don’t know. I’ve just been out of it for the most part, just spending the afternoons in one place, either on the couch with a book or in front of a screen.

Whammy and I spent the weekend house-sitting over at the Very Intelligent Couple’s place, and on Sunday morning, we woke ourselves up by going straight to the curbing scene on the American History X DVD. It set the tone for the rest of the week, I suppose. I feel like my head’s been cracked open, and I’ve been spending the past few days hunting anxiously for brain bits. This is a little funny, since my brain has been my worst enemy for the past oh, say, twenty years. My loyalties, my loyalties.

Veering off from gloomy self-centeredness and moving on to cheery self-centeredness, an usher mistook me for a minor yesterday.

Usher: (blocking my path towards the cinema) Wait. How old are you, miss?
Margie: (looking way too surprised for my own good) E-eightee—no! I—I mean, ah, uh, t-twenty!
Usher looks at Margie suspiciously. Margie smiles.

When I told him I was twenty, I didn’t believe it myself. It sounded too young and too old at the same time. But hey, I’m taking the usher’s wariness as a good thing. I’ve never been mistaken for someone younger until that moment, and I think I looked like my usual self then.

posted by marguerite @ 1:10 PM