Bohemia Bunny

Meet Smooshy!

October 16th, 2004 by lynnylchan under Uncategorized

I have been at the bazaar organised by my hall of residence. Every free hour I have was spent there, and I was only in my room for brief, necessary periods such as sleep. Homework? Unfamiliar concept I’m afraid.

When you spend hour after hour in the same place looking at the same items, I guess it makes you want to buy things… I came back with a CD of instrumental soundtracks, which I was influenced to buy by the fact that it was constantly being played by the vendor. And I was tempted to buy a few football jerseys to wear. It’s difficult to find team jerseys in my size, so it was a tempting offer, but somehow I just didn’t completely like the jerseys on offer. Either the design looked odd, or the colour didn’t suit me or the fabric was too sheer. It’s a pity really.

But my prize acquisition from the bazaar is a beanbag. Not just any beanbag. They fill them with light pellets of foam nowadays, and this particular vendor had gone down the customization route. I could have my initials sewn on if I had wanted. But the one item I wanted was a footstool, and it was a cubical footstool so they made it look like a die/dice. The one they had on display was blue with yellow dots, and as cheerful as this combination may be, I requested a red one with white dots. I had dice like that when I was young, and red is a particular favourite of mine.

It arrived today because they had it in stock, so I didn’t have to get it custom-made. Cost me 40 dollars, and I don’t know why everyone else says it’s expensive. For 99 dollars you could have a proper beanbag, the type you lounge on, but I lounge on my bed. I only wanted a footstool because I keep sliding down in my chair at the desk.

I named it Smooshy, because you just want to smoosh it, hug it and squish all the beans out of it. Or just throw it around like the big fat dice that it is. It can also double as another seat when my boyfriend comes around. He’s the only guest I ever get who stays long enough to require a seat. On the rare occasions that people come looking for me, they usually just remain standing because they only came to tell me something.

In the past week I attended a total of 13 hours of lecture, out of a possible 19. I missed 6 hours of lectures due to bazaar duties, as I had to look after the camera stall. On the first day we only sold 2 items, and sales picked up on the 2nd day when more people came to buy cameras and memory cards. Sales just took off today because it was the last day and those who had the money and inclination decided it was now or never. We made about 9000 dollars in total sales, and about 6000 dollars was from today alone. Wow. At least the vendor didn’t have to worry about covering his cost of renting the stall from us, and we felt good that at least one of our stalls was a success. This makes up for the other stalls which didn’t do so well. One of them didn’t have any sales at all.

I finally met up with my old friend from secondary school, and he still looks the same. I suppose I haven’t changed tremendously, because he recognised me immediately as well. We had a good time catching up with each other.

I advanced an argument today on the state of boy-girl relationships. One of my friends was vehemently denying that there was anything between him and a particular girl. I said that platonic relationships at this age are a near impossibility, within certain parameters. It goes like this:

Girl meets boy and they become friends, then very good friends.
They are always together and some people (like myself) call them a couple.
Eventually one of them will develop feelings for the other.
Unfortunately he/she will probably have to suffer unrequited love.
They realise they will never be a couple.
They stay friends, and because they know couplehood is not an option, the relationship remains platonic.

So basically it goes like this: Platonic, romantic, platonic again. And the reason they can stay platonic the second time around is because they have tried or experienced romantic feelings which just didn’t work out.

I know this is true because most guys I am good friends with, I once had a crush on. Obviously they didn’t work out, but I still remain on very good terms with them, and there’s absolutely no issues of romantic feelings. I think natural human curiousity is to blame for this state of affairs.

I might not be thinking sanely however. My brain is addled from the overwork. And I have 3 essays due… or was that 4? I really need to keep better track of my work.