Recap: Il y a un homme

First of all, going off of Lucy's comment to yester's post:

Shredded carrots.........$24,365.54
Fishing out shredded carrots from your sleeve while reading your chem text...priceless.
There are something money can't buy, for everything else...etc.

Happy Wednesday.

Now, this brings me back to today's story, which actually happened yesterday and the day before but yesterday was sort of the breaking point for it. It's so...strange and amusing I have to share it.

Remember during my senior year how I once drew a "real-life" sketch of a fictional character that I created (for those of you who remembers this name: Alec) and then how Soniya said it looks EXACTLY like this girl and ranted to me, repeatedly, about how she HAS TO show me this girl (whom, by the way, I never saw and probably will never see).

And then remember, Lucy, in the beginning of this year where I mentioned that I 'saw' another character, Zach, in the dining commons? I never saw him again, but that was creepy too.

So what I'm getting up to is that the other day, I looked up from getting out my notebook in the bio lecture hall, and saw Nick. Now for those of you who'd seen the original sketch, the very first one done on the left-over-from-physio notecards, where I didn't shade in the hair and so it looked like Nick might as well be blonde? That is exactly what the guy (I don't know him) looked like. Complete with the expression because he was looking for his friends in the 500-people lecture hall. This is both more and less strange than the last-year Alec-incident because Alec is entirely pictured in my head and Nick's sketch is originally based on a photo of a real life person (random googling, FYI, ask me if you want to know exactly what I did), which made it marginally better to have some flesh-and-blood being looking like that. but it's still unnerving to have someone who looks so MUCH like a cartoon you drew. I mean, he was about the right height and built too and the only thing wrong was that A. his hair was light brown, not black, and B. he was dressed too normally in jacket and jeans.

Get a hold of yourself, Lucy. (AHEM.)

And then (why I denoted yesterday as a breaking point), yesterday, I saw him again right before the bio lecture and for some reason he was wearing this really strangely coloured sweater over a shirt. It looked like a DRESS SHIRT. I have no idea what or why he was dressed like that for, but I couldn't help but to start laughing to myself. Of course I was doing it quietly, but I was under the impression that the person who sat next to me thought I was completely wacko.
I can't blame her. I felt sort of wacko. Not the city in Texas.

Noted: soap water has no effect on the strange things that are currently afflicting my marigold.

[edit 20:53]
In an email from my mother tonight:
Your statement for education fee for tax have sent
today by some office not your school. So you do not
need to query this thing.

And that brings an end to my Tuesday's story, of how I inquired and biked, and received the grocery receipt. Next time my parents tell me to do something ahead of time I think I might tell them to wait. Just a few day longer.
But I am very experienced now. Yes. And I have a photo of Dutton Hall.