My friend Ronne says I that I am a natural flirt. “You really can’t help it, Melissa. It just kind of pours out of you in all directions and it isn’t gender specific.” I say it a little different. I just find people fascinating so I ask questions and engage them. I am warm and friendly. I can’t help but fall in love with you and your story. Some people find me charming. We’re all good. Everyone…
Today a wrong number--but with my area code--texted me
Wrong #:I have 30 minutes of wait time in the carpool line if you want to talk. Still not sure exactly what it will accomplish though?
Me:... *vague things to try and figure it out* *you know what, let's just mess with them*
W#:Wait, so you're saying I asked you for a pow wow?
Me:Yeah, to the best of my memory... which is pretty great.
Me:Because I eat carrots every day to decrease my risk of memory loss
W#:I thought you meant if was great I asked you for a meeting
Me:Well my mind was kinda on carrots
W#:Can you just tell me why? Bottom line? One sentence
Me:The truth is... I just feel really passionate about the colour orange I eat all my foods dyed orange and I know that was kind of a deal breaker for you but I even dream in orange. That good?
W#:I think you miss me.
Me:I miss you wearing that orange sweater.
W#:I don't even own an orange sweater. Don't care for Syracuse.
Me:Ok I have just one more confession. I am a carrot. Yes my transformation has been made almost complete and soon I will join my leafy, vitamin filled brethren in their destiny. Modern medicine is truly remarkable. I'm sorry but I didn't think you'd want to be with a carrot and that's why, metaphorically (I don't have legs anymore, just roots), I ran.
I’m finally eligible to win an art award! It’s called I definitely get the most messy in painting! We only did 5 swatches of each colour today, doing a colour chart from primary down to 20% of that colour but I managed to get paint all over my legs down to my knees, up to my elbows, all over my shirt so it looks like I’ve been stabbed multiple times in the stomach, and a streak of green across my face and into my hair.
I wasn’t even really PAINTING. And girl across from me? Only had one. tiny. spot. on her.
9am running class (aka I really have to wake up at 7:15am) done hahahahha. Oh wait, it was only just sitting around and introducing ourselves… STILL! Just they wait. I’ll be the speed demon of this group.