I Missed Two Days Of Blogging How Dramatic
Today's good things: it's a little too early to identify good things but I woke up late and still made it to the second day of the student power convergence
Yesterday I was at a student power convergence. Really cool shit, I love being a student organizer and I love the people I organize with. Not sure if I ever intended to make this blog political like that but I guess it is inherently political. Our bodies are politicized the minute we’re born. Our experiences are inherently political. Maybe this is a discussion for a later post. I’m still just trying to become an up and coming essayist and I’m not sure I’m funny enough to write about my political ideology simultaneously. Not that the two are always mutually exclusive but so far I’ve really just written about dumb shit.
Anyway that preface got really out of hand. Did not start to write this post thinking I would be unpacking my politics in relation to my blog. So here’s the real preface that will set up the scene: I’m sleep deprived off my ass cause I went out last night even though I had to wake up at 6 am today. I think I died on my way over to the convergence. For an hour I could have been pronounced dead. So we get to the convergence and we’re doing really cool things, and then someone mentions the rule of halves. And you know, I’ve been doing student activism for like a solid year now so I’m pretty good with the jargon and language but I really sat there trying to do math and derive some equation that would explain to me the rule of halves. Luckily someone asked the presenter to unpack the rule of halves and now I’m about to unpack it for all of you: of all the people saying yes to your event, you should only expect half of them to actually show up. Let’s say you have a list serv of 400 people because your club is poppin big bottles. So you wanna have an event and send out an email to the list serv saying to rsvp to the facebook event. From these 400 people, you can expect 200 rsvp’s at best and then it gets worse because people are the worst at actually coming through and at your event you can only expect 100 people at best to show up to your turn up function. Honestly I learned this first hand when I hosted my pregame. Actually, hosting my pregame is what made me start to want to blog and I definitely talked about this guest problem on the facebook event. Now I have an actual rule to contextualize this experience. Someone has presented me with boundaries to describe my experience and I'm living for it because as we all know we, as people, love to constrict our lives within arbitrary constructs. Next time I have a pregame my guests better follow this rule of halves because I'm only gonna get two bottles of burnettes and that's that on that.
Today I was at day two of that student power convergence and day two is much shorter. Short enough that I didn't even finish this post before the end of it but then again it could've been really long and I still wouldn't have finished this. Before the day started we of course got coffee and Lamplighter which is apparently like the most Richmond thing to do and no lie the coffee shop was very Richmond. I had been there the day before too for coffee before convergence because I'm not really adept to being up before 9:30 am which is of course a lifestyle I proudly live. I'm also very weak though and can't handle getting just coffee so I got a latte but I panicked when I got to the front and ended up ordering the same latte as my other two friends. This is a pretty fundamental problem for me as a person because when I was younger, my cousins and I would get so upset at each other if we copied them. It was just so stupid, like you just could never like the same things or order the same things without getting into a fight about who likes it more and first and better. It was petty. It probably shaped me into the person I am today and by probably I mean it definitely did. So there I was breaking my first rule of life to never copy anyone else's order anywhere and I couldn't really believe what was happening. But their vanilla almond milk latte was a good choice and as I write about this experience I think it's time for me to move on with my life before I turn 20 in December. Will definitely keep you updated on this growth until the big 2-0. Stay tuned.
Jk that's not the end of the post I have more to say about the coffee shop. So anyway today I decided to try a different latte but it was still copying someone else's order. The brown sugar almond milk latte was also very good. Lamplighter has quirky latte flavors and I am about it. The cashier was this guy in a black beanie, just like my cashier from Saturday it's not necessarily a Richmond thing but I was not surprised both times, and as I am paying he compliments my glasses. And of course my ass is like oh haha thanks I like them too I got them from eyebuydirect they were only like $30 with prescription lenses. Instead of flirting back I decided to try and become a salesman for eyebuydirect and they're definitely not sending checks to my mailbox. No royalties here, only free publicity. The guy wasn't that cute I will say so I don't feel that bad but you know I could've lived the coffee shop AU if only for five minutes of my life. I could've come back after convergence was over and said hey, when's your break you can try on my glasses then if you want haha no pressure cool I'll see you later. I would've lived every fanfiction writer's dream real time. I could've become the point person to talk to when you want to write a good coffee shop AU which honestly I don't think I've ever read one. I don't think I could bring myself to read a coffee shop AU. There's so little appeal to it if I'm being honest. I just like future fics and established relationships and I used to only enjoy like fics under 10k but these days if I do read a fic I want to 20k+. I want to feel like I've aged two years by the time I've finished reading. But too bad Richmond boy wasn't that cute and too bad I immediately stepped into some odd salesperson persona the minute he complimented them. Maybe next convergence.
I'm pretty fucked for my urban planning midterm tomorrow but I have more thoughts so I'm gonna keep going even though I have work to be doing. Of course we all know the story about the volleyball boy from the post last Wednesday or maybe I talked about him Thursday, I don't remember. But anyway, if you are unaware of him, please refer to that reading if you want the full backstory. I don't think I'll use his name I'll just refer to him as VB like volleyball but instead volleyball boy, groundbreaking. So I played volleyball tonight of course since Sundays are volleyball nights but what was special about tonight was that I started playing with a different group of people too. I got added to this volleyball groupme on Thursday, still not sure if I already discussed this so apologies if I'm being redundant, and turns out VB is in the groupme too. The group planned to play at 8 tonight and VB was obviously gonna be there because he loves volleyball and he's really good and as a first year you don't really have much else to do. So I go to play an hour earlier tonight because that's when they decided to play and there he was, all energetic and ready to go. And tonight was a lot of fun playing volleyball but also I got to be on his team at one point and we started talking and we played in rotation together and just :)))))))))))))))))))))). That's the best way I can explain it to you on the computer. Tonight was very :))))))))))))) with VB and he's so sweet and he has so much energy and also he has a hydro flask too. I find water bottle choice pretty important and he chose correctly. Now you may be thinking, does he even like boys? Was he even being flirty tonight? The answer is probably no to both because he's very friendly to everyone but we really did have fun conversation together and also he set to me and he already figured out where to best set me based on just seeing how I hit like big mood.
But also when I got to college the best rule of thumb I've learned to assume gay until proven otherwise. Really stick it to the heterosexual hegemony by assuming someone isn't straight until proven otherwise. Also, so far, we have a lot of common interests: volleyball and hydro flask water bottles. His is 40 oz and mine is 32 oz, this is probably because he is like two inches taller than me so he needs that extra 8 oz. But anyway, back to our venn diagram. Anything I like inherently becomes gay. Volleyball? Gay. Plants? Gay. Comic books? Very gay. Owning a hydro flask? Gayest. So VB is probably gay. All signs point to yes. I'm reading the clues, and what is reading? Fundamental. It's fundamental and I'm reading. The clues are getting read by me. It's been a pretty long time since I've had a real crush so I'm getting oddly excited trying to see where I might run into him around grounds but I'm sure if the crush gets worse I'll start complaining about it. I've lived such a life of bliss in college so far and haven't had a real crush yet ever but I'm pretty sure if I keep hanging out with VB at volleyball and then maybe outside of volleyball I'll be all sorts of fucked up. That'll make for some exciting content.
I've literally had this post in drafts since Saturday night and I also missed blogging on Friday night so the length is just a result of not being able to vomit words for the past three days. I really must go do work now but I've sufficiently vomited for today and also had a pretty good night. It's about to get really shitty but everything up to and including this blog post has been good. That's nice. Stayed tuned for more VB stories and maybe even a screenplay at some point.