The Physics of Green

I steal glimpses at her tuesdays thursdays in the morning. She's a red head with long delicious smelling hair with skin so fair, it's probably like silk to the touch. Normally she's adorned in a plaid olive green wool trench-coat with brown fuzzy boots. It's chilly outside. Her meek smile just has me captivated everytime. She's just... beautiful.

I think it's the colours too. They taste sweet to the eyes.
You would want to look at her too.

I guess that's my motivation for waking up and leaving early to make it to an 8 am physics class. Snore. The prof. and his material are boring as hell. Then I break. I break for awhile actually. Usually sitting at a table in the cafeteria, I catch myself studying the shape of everyone's faces. Such variety and uniquness in character. I need to buy shampoo and maybe invest in a razor. Does that Intuition stuff work well? I guess I'll indulge. I'm curious about silk and the movement it makes - the flow and where it works best. But in the meantime, I better wash me bras'n'undies (aka the dirties).

Another thing I've also learned about myself is that I'm a very jealous person. I can dwell upon certain words since day 1. And I still do. I'm a terrible liar. so subliminal
if you noticed.

So I'll let my fish loose.