if you read enough ancient greek and roman literature you learn that nymphs and indeed goddesses are everywhere...

...including the olive-skinned one I passed in the alleyway today, as she searched through her purse for the keys to her olive-coloured jeep. the teasing cut of her dress revealed a black sports bra where it wrapped around the sides of her back. the presentation is sexier than bra straps, i think. there are more exact words, I'm sure, to describe this scene, but i haven't learned them yet.

things that happened today:

I woke up and went to the library to print a hard copy of an assignment due at eleven. on the way to class I passed a new lunch truck, parked in a peculiar place relative to the traffic on campus and hand-painted a solid tan colour. it's just how I want my tacos, really: out of a home-detailing job. the truck was titled, "Honest Tony's", I think. It might have been "Honest Tom's". Regardless, the small business model presented by this particular entreprenuer was especially ten-cent lemonade-stand. Whatever he was cooking smelled delicious.

Wondering if I shouldn't bring a couple bills next Tuesday to see just how honest Tony is, I crossed the street in front of a man on some lawn-aestheticizing vehicle, both hands on the wheel and a new cigarette in his teeth. You kind of had to be there, or I had to be there with a quick shutter, for you to fully experience the comedic value of this instance. let's just say it's one of those moments that doesn't repeat itself.

Before class I decided to buy a ginger ale from the vending machine, but settled for a Dr. Pepper when i found my cornered vendor in the lack. I didn't want Sprite. These particular machines are visually stimiulating, dropping the soda bottle into a shoot that moves up and down behind the glass, ahem, plastic, before finally depositing your purchase upright into a slot next to the coin return. The Dr. Pepper was at the bottom tier, and when the bottle fell into the shoot it leaned. As the shoot rose, the bottle bumped against the tier above it, preventing the completion of the transaction. I didn't get my Dr. Pepper, which thumbed at me from the bottom of the machine, but I did get my $1.25 back. So I bought another Dr. Pepper, and the second bottle knocked the first straight. The shoot could move freely and I got two sodas for the price of one, a good start to a regularly lousy morning. To clarify, any morning that begins before at least eleven is a regularly lousy morning. Karma never sleeps and I sprinkled Dr. Pepper in a clumsy gesture on the bottom of my homework page, but spent the next hour trying not to ogle the very tan legs of an athletic girl sitting next to me. This was in my classics class, where we are discussing the Odyssey. If you read enough ancient greek and roman literature...