December 20, 2002
I met a girl. Well, it wasn’t exactly the first time I’ve met her, per se, but it's certainly the first time I’ve written about her and, well, she’s something else. She’s also Danielle’s roommate which means two things. One, Danielle and I are over. And two, Jolie’s probably going to be moving out. That’s her name, Jolie. First name, not last like Angelina. Jolie, like the Dolly Parton song. But, she’s Jewish, so I’m pretty sure that’s not what she was named after.
It’s hard to comprehend after 8 months Danielle are I done, kaput, fineto. To be honest…I’m kind of relieved. Danielle was so grounded, which was great for her because it gave her purpose…but shit, did it make her boring. She’s going to be a lawyer anyway. Not the life for me. It’s music I live and breathe. I even had to hide this blog from her or risk prosecution for my “bleeding heart” beliefs. It's true, I'm a closeted hipster.
With Jolie, it’s like walking on water. Perhaps the miracle change I’ve been looking for? Nothing gets this girl down. Funny thing is she’s in my Music Theory Thesis class, but we never really talked before last week. She’s a year younger than me, but graduated early from undergrad. Smart is the new sexy. She’s sexy too, though. Which definitely doesn’t hurt. (And here I am…an adult still writing in bloggerland? It'll catch on one day.)
So, how did this mysterious beauty come into my life? Stay tuned.
-Chip |
