not falling down

Lisa’s had her digital pics of SETC up for a while now, but just yesterday Alison brought in her analog photos, and the doubles she gave out were un… not… postable. Yeah. The top three involve me somehow (top right is really bad of me but good of Alison, so I kept it) and the bottom two involve Lisa (bottom right is my next desktop project).

I need a new hat. This is getting a little obsessive.

I didn’t get much sleep last night, which, as usual, has led to a severe misordering of my priorities. I’ve spent six hours on the interweb trying to find a suitable hat, but none of them are quite right–and in six hours, I can find anything online. Yet I’m coming up with empty baskets.

I had a hat, you see: a black canvas Semisonic bucket that kept out the rain and glare well, endorsed my favorite band and even fit over studio headphones. It met my needs perfectly until I left it at Wal-Mart and never saw it again. Now all I have is my too-dressy Kangol camelhair (and my BNL and Guster toboggans, which are great, but also hot, and which do horrible things to my hair).

Part of the problem is that I don’t want a baseball cap. There are a million cool baseball caps, and in fact they kind of have a monopoly on cool hat embroidery, but I have deep problems with the stiffness and the obligatory backwardsness and the lack of rain protection.

So I need a new hat that’s both cool and bucketed, and this apparently means a very small set. Anybody who’s got suggestions is welcome to thwop them down. At this point, I’m about to buy the plain dark grey Ferrari and sew a Jimmy Eat World patch on the front.

And I do in fact have the thing to do it, or will soon–while I wasn’t hat-searching today, I was feverishly ordering like a dozen sew-on patches. Misordered priorities and all that. I’ve decided to finally fix up my old torn-out JNCOs into the pants I should have had in high school (Elmo! Foo Fighters! You are the Magic!). I figure if nothing else, I’ll get respectful nods down at the skate shop.

(Next time on Poseur 101: Brendan tries to install open-source software!)

Walking her back to her room because I’m supposed to try and fix her computer, and feeling this immense distance between us, this foreignness. Realizing it was always there, even at the very beginning of fall term, and that I shouldn’t have pretended it wasn’t. Shouldn’t have expected what I did.

I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her computer. I might not know for a while.