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She sits on her bed with her computer resting on her
crossed legs. I can see out of the corner of my sleep-
forsaken eyes the way that she's staring at the screen
like a god. A plastic, metal, and electric god purchased
in nineteen ninety-eight. She told me that. Her computer
makes up a good half of all the information I have about
her. It's sort of odd in a simplistic way that pokes fun
at my reasoning skills and reminds me of my own
stereotypes. Until I moved into this white-washed hell
with her I had never imagined that a college student could
spend more time on their computer than studying for class.

She is a writer like me, but she weaves new stories out of
old premises and character sketches. Before we moved in
together I remember she told me she wanted to be a writer,
just like I do. That recollection made me giggle in my bed
because I could also remember thinking we had something in
common. I was wrong, or maybe I was mislead. I rolled onto
my right side and let my eyes fall open as I thought about
our differences. I had never once heard her speak of
taking any action to achieve her goal of writing for a
living. Perhaps she had meant it in that timeless way that
high school counselors always fool us into thinking. If
she could be anything, without the worry of money, she
would be a writer. Unfortunately, she did have to worry
about money and I guess that's why she was here majoring
in graphic arts.

My roommate's face had taken on a strange look while I had
been staring off into the black space behind her head. All
the lights were out in the room and so the bluish-yellow
glow of her lap-top's screen was spotlighting her
features. They were contorted by the shadows, turning the
smile that had spread across her face into a plaid sneer.
She was an odd girl and the differences between us didn't
end at our dreams for the future. There was the time she
stripped down to the "bare essentials" as I sat typing a
paper at my computer desk. Looking out of the corner of my
eye left me more than a little alarmed. And then the time
that she explained to me why it was hard to pass classes
because her online fan fiction forum took up so much of
her free time. It's hard to understand why a girl who has
so much free time could fail a class. Then again, she
never saw her time writing for her Internet friends as
free time. It was mandatory for her existence.

It was with these short, confused thoughts that I drifted
off to sleep. The last image burned on my mind before I
drifted away was my roommate sitting at her computer with
Christian rock playing in the background. It was going on
two in the morning and she was smiling at a screen she
seemed to worship more faithfully than the God she
professed belief in.


------
"God grant me distraction."
-Zampano


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The following comments are for "College Contemplations (part one)"
by Darkshine Raven

College Contemplation, Part One
That single-minded focus on a single object is something I understand, completely.

( Posted by: Dfortyseven [Member] On: April 28, 2005 )





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