Daily Journal Entry #11

You met her in Psychology class. She had this fantastic tshirt on, one of those Bunny Suicide cartoons, and the most perfect teeth you'd ever seen outside of one of those cheesy posters at your orthodontist's office. Her long brown hair was thrown over one shoulder, but she kept pulling little pieces forward to braid and unbraid while she listened to the chapter six lecture. She got bored around the fifth slide of the powerpoint and started doodling on her notebook. No hearts or stars for this girl, no, she was drawing a brain... a brain with an alien inside in front of a switchboard panel and a bank of monitors. She pulled her foot up onto the edge of her chair so she could readjust her sock... her sock inside her pink and lime green Vans skateboarding shoes. That was when you realized you were pretty much in love.