Back in Action!

Hey! Ok, After a short hiatus of sorts, I am back! and I'm ready to Blog!

So, I got the hottest new kicks this past weekend! No joke, these shoes are crazy! Now, I know I am already known on campus as something of a footwear connoisseur, but these shoes take it to a new level. I know, you're thinking how can it get any fresher than light-up shoes? Trust me. It can. Or at least it's more fresh in my mind. My Light-up's are undeniably sick, however they're kind of old news and it's time for something new. Anyways, my new shoes are surprisingly from Puma, which is actually very surprising because Pumas run narrow and I have wide feet (wink wink). They are multicolored and the laces and various borders are outlined in a sort of sketched in black. Basically, the effect is that it looks like I have cartoon feet. It's super cool and a half. Now for the silly part. When I bought these shoes I was quietly browsing the limited selection of footwear in the Puma and was pleasantly surprised with my unique and exciting find. I promptly told a sales man to fetch me a size 11 and was prepared for all of the critical thought that would go into making such a momentous purchase (I've been noticing lately that I find hyperbole hysterical). When he returned he had a smug little grin on his face and proceeded to inform me that the shoes I had chosen were part of a very exciting Andy Warhol inspired collection. He was just so damn proud of himself. It was nigh on infuriating. He was clearly proud that he had ascertained, probably from some subtle cues I was emitting, that I wasn't giving off typical jock vibes and assumed that I was either gay (check), a hipster (not so check) artsy (half check?) or any combination of the three. Regardless he was capitalizing on whatever indie fervor possessed Puma to design such (awesome) shoes to begin with. I understand that he was just doing his job and trying to be an effective salesman, but I just couldn't help being put off. Why should I give a fuck if a pair of fucking shoes are inspired by Andy Warhol or not? Can't I just like the shoes? Maybe I can appreciate the reference, but it would never be the governing trait that determines a purchase. Let the shoes speak for themselves. Andy is dead, rendering him relatively ineffective as a salesperson. It's also possible that this whole ordeal is very revealing of my own character. Clearly I didn't like being pigeon holed as someone who would be easily swayed into a purchase by the knowledge that my shoes were inspired by a gay/hipster icon. I think that the sales pitch hit a chord that I don't often like to acknowledge. I am get very touchy when people assume that my homosexuality defines me. I want to be known and remembered (and lord knows I'm already working up to that),  but not because I am gay. Aren't there so many other dynamic ways to describe me? Continuing in this whole reflective jumbled up mess, I think i also could be projecting this paranoia onto the sales pitch. What if I only think that the salesman assumed I was gay and then therefore thought his pitch would be effective? It's entirely possible that he says that to everyone offhandedly because he is reacquired to as part of the promotion for the product. Why then, did I immediately assume it was a judgement of my character that led him to act as he did. hmmm... Interesting stuff. 

If you can't tell I'm kind of moody today, and just a touch cerebral. It's just been one of those weeks. Basically, something keeps going kind of almost wrong, and setting everything out of balance, and as soon as I get it all together again, something else falls out of place. For example I was all stressed about the blog being discovered, and just as I patch that all up my summer prospects crash and burn! Oh well! Such is life, and Ima keep on truckin'. ...wtf who am I?

The above story slash rant slash weirdness was meant to be a segway into details about my weekend in Needham Mass. But I am running out of time before I have to head to class so I can't really do those adventures justice, and I'm not entirely sure that they are particularly blog worthy (which means I had a pleasant visit).  

Before I go, I want to extend a giant thankyou to everyone for clickign my ads!!! because I am officially up to $30 dollars in blog revenue. Now, I can't collect until I hit $100, so keep up the good work, and I'll keep you informed about the imminent Blogthro-Party

This post fells kinda bleh, but so do I, and I'm sure you do too! The end of the year is a hectic MESS!