This post is one that should have been written quite some time ago, in April. However life sidetracked me and it didn’t happen. Here it is for you now.

1pm-there was paint.

Today was the day of Drake University’s annual Street Painting. As normal individuals come with old usless clothing to get completely covered in paint. I was organizing the DUiN square therefore I was there once time started. While working individuals from the organization stopped by, one of this individuals was also a fellow classmate and friend Laura. After looking at her for a second I noticed that her shirt looked awfully familiar.

Back to 2006-hurdles.

I spent my high school years running on the track. I was in love with my event, hurdles, once my coach convinced me to try them. After my freshman year my friends all told me, “you will go to state before you graduate.” This excited me. I wanted to try all I could just to get to that point. Upon my sophomore year I ran my fastest time at sectionals. However I did not qualify for state but it was a miraculous improvement for me. This was my first time at sectionals and my mother decided to buy a way to remember it, a t-shirt.

The year 2009-college.

Once I got to college I brought along my favorite track shirts. I was on the track team so I needed to support my favorite activity. I lived in the freshman dorms and often did loads of  laundry in the basement.

1:10-pink tie dye.

This shirt was covered in paint after clearly having worn it at street painting in a previous year. However I was still able to make out the original tye die color and certain other design elements. I asked Laura where she had gotten her shirt, she had mentinoed it was from her friend Jessica. Conviently I also knew Jessica, I proceeded to ask her where she had gotten it. Jessica replied that she had purchased it from the Drake “salvage” sale (where people give there unwanted clothing to be purchased and the money goes to a cause).

I am not sure how my shirt made it from my closet to the salvage sale. I would not have put it there as it is a favorite memory of my life. I have come to assume that I left it in the laundry room and they then put all items from the lost and found into the sale.

Daily Designer Fact: blue “street painting” flip flops & orange toenail paint

Final Note: Laura asked if I wanted her to return it, I declined.

White Obnoxious Slobber

8am-there was breakfast.

Like most mornings, I got out of bed after avoiding numerous alarms, got up, got dressed, did the whole bathroom dealio, then made my way to the kitchen.  Then again, like most mornings of my entire life I proceeded to make myself frosted strawberry Poptarts (or Toaster Pastries if you want to be picky). After pouring myself a cup of milk, warming & buttering my Poptarts, (yes I butter my Poptarts) I walked to the dining room to eat. In the short 10 steps it took me to get to the dining room I managed to spill milk from my mug onto both the floor and my left foot. I proceeded to eat, only afterward grabbing a napkin to wipe up the milk.

10am-there was a tornado.

Well there wasn’t an actual tornado, however Drake University was acting the part. During my Graphic Design 2 class in Carnegie the sirens went off. The class proceeded to head to the lower level of Carnegie to “take cover” (however my entire class as well as everyone else in the building just stood and talked). While conversing a man from the tech department (I believe) walked in my direction and made eye contact with me. Then there was a comment similar to this effect:

“Do you sometimes dance around the campus?”

Oh my goodness, what did I do. “Where did you see me?” He then proceeded to mention he had seen me near the stadium. Prior to walking away he ended with this (or something similar):

“You got a hair cut.”

Could I possibly turn any more shades of shock at that point in my life. He walked away and I then laughed, snorted, and turned away. I wasn’t alone in this area either, there were at least 7 other people within earshot and 15 others that could have heard if they were listening in.  The fact that he had seen me on campus did not affect me. I am fully aware that people could be watching me.  However the fact that he knew I had gotten a haircut, as well as could still recognize me, was simply astounding.

11 am-a puppy.

Elizabeth and I walked from Carnegie hall to Aliber hall where I leave her to go to work. She reminded me that I was going to take a photo of her for the DUiN staff page.  I pulled out my camera and we snapped some strange shots. Good thing too because as we were finishing up our mini photo session a cute adorable puppy ran up (his man was nearby). I wish I had gotten a photo, he reminded me of my family’s old dogs BB & JJ. As I was petting this precious pooch he liked my left foot, but not my right.


Had I not spilled milk on my foot the puppy wouldn’t have been as taken with me. It was cute. : ) I enjoyed the cheesyness of the moment.


Daily Designer Fact: green flip flops & red toenail paint (you don’t polish your nails, you paint them)