Blog. ┆Muke [On HOLD]

2014.10.22

Short story long.. I mean, long story short - I'm only here because a paper with a pen was never my best friends. But I need to say it out loud. Okay, maybe type it out loud. (Anyhow, keyboard was always a better friend to me than any of you will ever be) TODAY I SAW HIM FOR A FIRST TIME. (Let's hope, not the last). 

Even though I might sound like an over excited puppy, let me tell you - there might be something extremely good about it. It's not a thing that I found a new friend. It's not a matter that he said a thing to me. It was nothing like that, but somehow, I'm here writing it out, instead of wanting to bang my head into the wall from this endless routine. He was a thing to brighten it up.

First things first, I have to introduce myself like a civilized human being. It means, it's a time to throw a bunch of worthless facts straight at your face. 

Hence, meet me.

I'm Michael, I'm 18 and I'm close enough to a walking definition of a word 'ordinary' with an exception which has to be my blood orange (I mean, red) hair.

Now, meet him.

I have no clue what's his name, or his age. But there's one thing I'm sure of: if I had to make a percentage representation of this guy, a bigger half of it would be taken by his legs, and the rest - that nest placed on his head, shaped into a quiff. His quiff, to describe it more detailed is an average iPhone 6 height, and I wish I was not exaggerating. And if his hair was an iPhone, it would be a white one, because I haven't heard of a blonde one yet.

I have no idea how his voice sounds like, or what music was he listening to, or what led him to get his lip pierced or how long ago he got it.

But I'm sure right, that I found something distracting about him sitting in a seat in front of me while riding home, so distracting that I nearly skipped my stop. Almost as much distracting as video games or food. Satisfyingly.

Well, now look at me again. I'm such a white girl.