sometimes (a lot of times) i don't really notice things till they're in the past. really obvious things. the first day of my american lit class i remember thinking of my ta "geez, he's tall!" and then, progressively, "he talks kinda funny," and "he sure is a snazzy dresser!" he always used to sip lattes and the like during class, and the selections we read were all rather feministic. anyway, i dropped the class. later, like two weeks ago, i realized "oh my gosh he's the gayest person alive!" and it all made sense... i didn't know what pot smelled like till like last year. (yay innocence!) anyway, i went to this outdoor concert on 4/20... i was like "oh, this should be fun... a concert in the park!" and then when i got there i noticed that it smelled a lot like my brother's room... OHHHHHHH. right! that makes sense... just now i remembered that he had this one shirt that said "we never went to high school, we went to school high" on it, and i never even understood what that meant. i just got it though. haaaaaaaa my brother was a pothead. i'm special.