I just spent practically two hours writing a paper. My brain is fried at the moment, but I still wanted to write here. I like writing papers when I’m excited about the idea. Sometimes it’s a little bit of a struggle articulating the thoughts welling up in my mind into words on a page. It’s so satisfying when I succeed to my standards. It takes me a while to get there, though.
The novel I’m writing about (for an English class) is pushing me to think about contrasts. Black and white. Fire and ice. It’s really interesting. My favorite subjects are art, psychology, and English. The papers that I’ve enjoyed writing the most in college involve one, two, or all three of these subjects. Making a connection that I’m really excited about inspires me to dig deeper.
I would say Coco and I have fairly few things in common. She likes English and reading, too, which is cool. She’s probably more knowledgeable than me (even though I studied English in college and she didn’t). My knowledge base is slowly building. My main disadvantage is my memory; upon reading a novel, I promptly forget most of the details and often the names of the main characters, etc. The same thing happens for me with movies. It’s quite unfortunate.
These are just the leftover thoughts that my (now mushy) brain contains after writing.
The other day I heard a radio ad for free tanning. The reason this deal was appealing is because I’m going on a cruise in a few weeks for spring break. Never hurts to have a little base tan before you hit the Bahamas, right? Just so you know, I’ve only been tanning a handful of times before (also because of free promotions). So all of this sounds cheesy, but this is my life.
The tanning salon was in a smaller town 30ish minutes away, so I made an afternoon of it. Two friends went with me, neither of whom had ever been tanning before. We show up to Sun City Tanning and get a tour of the place. They show us beds that look like space ships. They looked equally inviting and intimidating. Somehow, we were convinced to pay $5 for the somewhat “better” bed. We also bought those little eye protector things and, I admit, I got suckered into buying a natural bronzer cream to increase my color; the girls who helped us were really sweet and persuasive. So my “free” tanning turned into paying $13, but you live and you learn.
I was in the bed for approximately five minutes. I think I wasted about 38 seconds of my UV light because I was still undressing and slathering that cream on my body, which, by the way, had the word “sexy” in the title. After we were all done, we agreed that it was nice to pamper ourselves and collectively noted that we felt healthier and looked a little less sickly. Granted, we probably won’t go again, but it sure was an experience. I’m okay with only going tanning once every four years….
We ended the afternoon noon in a cute, little café on a street corner. I ordered a cup of chicken tortilla soup, split a bagel with my friend (lightly toasted with butter, mmm), and did a little reading. The day began with a loose plan and ended on a great note.
We’ve known each other for three years but in some ways it feels like longer. This morning we sat in Chikfila for an hour just because we could. She loves Taylor Swift but hates stuff like The Bachelor.
Coco graduated from college and has an Etsy store and works designing labels for wedding favors. She’s designed t-shirts and flyers and all sorts of things. She’s really gifted at that.
Coco crochets. She buys gifts for people and puts a lot of thought into them. Her middle name has three syllables.
She silent sneezes. She stays up late. I joke that she knows the lyrics to every song (because she does).
She loves diet coke. Her favorite meal includes mashed potatoes, cheese, and broccoli. She knows a lot about a lot (not excluding Harry Potter and pop culture).
She’s patient. She’s a good listener. She’s laid back. Whether I ask her to run errands with me or drive me somewhere or accompany me grabbing food, she’s always down. She’s a good friend.
She can’t change the pitch or excitement in her voice even if she tries. She talks the same way whether she’s talking to an adult, a baby, or a dog. She wears glasses every day. If she takes them off, she becomes almost unrecognizable.
Coco also loves to read. I feel like she’s read everything, but we all know that’s impossible.
Sometimes people and friendship seem ordinary but then you think about it and begin writing. You write because one morning at Chikfila you get inspired to do something you didn’t think you’d act on, but here we are.
We’re just two friends who decided to start writing one morning.
All that to say, Coco’s my co-author.