lunch break
Anyone familiar with Saint Paul knows that the pretty girls all moved to Minneapolis. This goes double for my school, a technical college whose students look the part of semi-ambitious quasi-achievers. If they were the little engine that could, they might. Maybe. At least nearly everyone takes showers before coming to school.The girls who are attractive at this educational South Pittsburgh are only so from certain angles, and on glancing at one, you'd better look away before the reality sets in. Detached as I am from the experience of looking at hot girls out of impossibility, I can see the girl check-out third-hand; the act becomes possible to remove oneself from very easily. I was just glancing around the library and saw a girl from over her shoulder that might have been cute, and then a big fat girl with horrible skin sat between us, hitting her chair heavily, respiring with a noisy, wheezing gurgle. It made me remember back when I used to see pretty girls, because for a change, it wasn't my decision not to look at that might-be pretty girl due to the inevitable disappointment. Being visually cut off by a defeated mound of asexual flesh was like what USED to happen. It was almost refreshing, in a less-than kind of way, but still a standout experience here at Saint Paul College, where the welders weld, where the hairdressers dress, where the watchmakers make watches, and where the hotties, well, we're waiting.
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