- Endings
- Slushies and Crushees
- Dolphins
- Bonus: Work in the quote "Your mother is a raspberry filling"
- Things that go in hats
Okay, so here it is. The end. The last free write. Not freewrite, or free-write. But free write. That is what I've finally settled on. Let it be known, from here on out, they what I have filled this blog with are FREE WRITES!
Yeah, no, that sounds silly, lets go back to freewrites.
Anyways, the semester seems to be ending on a good note. Despite the apathy that's plagued our class, we're all finally coming together and laughing with one another. We're joking, we're teasing, and even occasionally fending off a good-natured pummeling. The magazines are done, the papers are... okay, no, the papers aren't finished, there are two more of them, so lets ignore the papers and focus on the magazines.
See, our magazine had things really all finished up before last class even began, but we wound up taking extra submissions in order to avoid sitting at our desks, bored for the rest of class. One of the submissions we accepted was off a beautiful bronze GAPING MOUTH I'M GOING TO EAT YOU fish statue, that Alison submitted just so that we could have a submission count divisible by 3. We argued about this fish for ages, finally agreed to post it, then I argued for it to be at the top of the page, then it was, then it wasn't, and then finally, finally the professor (you) put it up on the projector and went "Oh, it's a chocolate fish! That's really cool!".
Needless to say, we were dumb-founded. None of us had thought of that. In fact, the idea of it was absurd purely because we all knew it was bronze or some other silly metal. For a moment, no one said anything. Then, we all started arguing at once. I immediately jumped in to defend you, arguing that "the fish is chocolate, so it should be our title picture! It represents our Box of Chocolates!" but they all went "No, no, you're crazy, it's not actually chocolate!" to which I vehemently defended myself by pointing out a sort of purple-reddish part of the statue and going "No, no, look, right there! See that color, it's raspberry filling!" to which there was dead silence, until Steph gave me possibly the best look ever and exclaimed loudly "YOUR MOUTHER IS A RASPBERRY FILLING!". And thus did we all break down laughing and agree on a proper title for that picture. There it still stands, proudly dubbing the picture of the gaping fish, an in-joke that no one will get but us. But you know what? That in-joke means a lot to us. It means that all of us could get together, laugh together, and share something we'll never have anywhere else. So Steph Hays, if you're reading this, thank you. It was good to share this with you and everyone else.
Also, your face is a raspberry filling.
So, I suppose that what really goes in a hat is your head and what really goes in your head is your brain and what really goes in your brain are your thoughts and your thoughts are mixed with your emotions which are the cause of your crushes on your crushees and really have nothing to do with slushies but you know what I just connected that whole thing, so THERE. I won't deny that I've had a crush this semester. It's not such a new thing to me that it was something I had to resolve or had to act on. I've had more crushes, more flirtations, more hook-ups and girlfriends than I really care to bore anyone with anymore, but this one was... fun. I enjoyed the time I spent with her, I enjoyed our tete a tete. I think that's more important than professing your feelings or kissing or holding hands. We enjoyed each other's company, and that... those simple moments of that are something I can now really appreciate in my life. We'll go our separate ways and likely never encounter each other again, but... I'm glad I met you.
