Hobo Peer

Today smelled like hobo. On this cold and rainy day, saturated hobos filled the library and stunk up their cluttered corners. One man in particular set up his puppets and other stuffed animals around him at his desk to keep him company. Later I was with a friend of mine and she commented on the smell of the particular floor we were on and we glared down the designated “non-GSU patrons” computer section. While I was working hard on my paper (see previous post) I kept getting the faint sent of dirty clothes and unwashed hair. Hours later I went out to catch the bus and clutched my bag tight while I hunted down where the hobo smell was again coming from. By the time I got settled in my car and driving down 85 I caught a whiff again….and this is when I realized that when I point a finger at someone, I’m pointing four back at myself. GUUUROSS


To Do –
Wash my jeans and dark shirts
Do a white wash WITH bleach
Buy new deodorant
wash sheets
Take out trash
Wash school bag
Brush teeth before bed
Floss
Wash behind ears, bellybutton, and between toes.

As I was thinking over all the ways I can make myself a cleaner person, distinguishing myself from the homeless who also spend 8 hour days in the top floors of the reference section of the library, I rounded the bend on 85 by the Virginia Ave exit and in the pitch black sky at least 15 airplanes were headed right for me. This is an amazing sight. There are a few thoughts that accompanied this:
- I have GOT to remember to ask someone if the airplanes changed their landing patterns, because the sky never looked like this before.
- Korea, iraq, Iran….who exactly are the axis of evil? Did bush just give them that title? I need to find out. Is this what an attack would look like?
- OH MY GOSH! What if they all hit each other and land right on top of me. Today will be my day to be on the news. But really, all panic aside, this situation can not be safe. If a pilot sneezes he will dive bomb into a major highway. Not to mention how close they all are to each other. How many landing strips ARE there on the other side of that chain link fence? I really need to have a sit down with a pilot before I fly again.

For the remainder of the drive I listened to the new okkervil river, which instills a whole different set of panic issues, all of which too personal to post.