nce upon a time, in a college classroom, far, far away, two aspiring journalists met and became good friends. They bonded over coffee and the unforunate incident of their friend Shecky. And thanks to their teacher's assignment of interviewing one another, David and Corrie got to know intimate details about one another within 15 minutes.One warm spring day, during their journalism class, they had a fire drill. Unlike the other students, these two stayed behind to gather their belongings. Once they reached the outside, they discovered they were the only two wearing backpacks. Apparently, all the other students (as well as the teachers) thought that if they left their belongings inside and the school actually did catch on fire, the school would reimburse them for their "lost valuables".
CORRIE: Ugh...dont I feel stupid?
ME: Why?
CORRIE: I have like $10,000 dollars worth of bling in my bag.
ME: Shut up Usher! You think you're at Donald Trump University, or what?
CORRIE: Stupid...
ME: Stupid...
We laughed and decided that if the building was to burn down, why not just go out for coffee?
CORRIE: ...and so anyways, I'm doing this article for the school paper.
ME: Oh, you joined The Aztec Press staff?
CORRIE: No. Not yet. In one of my classes, I have to write a feature story on this place called Smiley's. You ever been?
ME: To Smiley's? No...I dont think so. What is it?
CORRIE: It's a hookah lounge.
ME: A hookah-what?
CORRIE: A hookah lounge. You do know what that is, do you?
ME: Uh...that thing the catepillar from Alice In Wonderland had?
CORRIE: Yes! And well anyways, I'm doing an article on Smiley's and I need to take pictures of college kids having a good time there. Are you interested in coming with me tonight?
I was. I'm not entirally sure what it is about Corrie, but for some reason, ever since the first time we met, I cant get her out of my head. She's not exactly a hottie or even Girls Gone Wild material, but she does posess a certian type of innocent sweetness that is attractive. And so I figured, what the hell? Besides, when a girl invites you out, you dont exactly say "no," you know? But then all hope of a possible semi-date was lost when she told me she was bringing her cousin and a few friends and that I should do the same as well. I was a little dissapointed, but I figured I'd still go and have a good time. I also figured it would make for a good blog-story. Corrie took down my number and promised to call with further details.
Later on that day, after I got home and took out my cornflower blue contacts, I noticed my eye was a little red. Nothing bad, just a little irritated. I left it as be and predeeded to search for the perfect hookah-lounge ensemble. Throughout the entire search, my eye continued to itch and itch and itch. I didnt even give it a second thought as I continued to rub it. About an hour later, my right eye was completely red. And as the minutes ticked away, it worsened. Soon, I was unable to open my eye as a crust formed around it and closed it tight. And unless a pig flew over a frozen hell, there was no way I was going to go out.
Across town, Corrie must have felt the same thing, because she did not call. Totally stood me and my red eye up. I mean, sure I wasnt planning to go out, looking as I looked, but wasnt I supposed to make that decision? Fustrated at how the night's events turned out, I headed to bed, hoping and praying a night of good rest would cure my irritable eye.
It didnt. I woke up the next day with an even redder eye that throobed with pain when exposed to light. I was going blind. My life was coming to an end as the slow and painful realization of never being able to see again, began to sink in. Never again would I see a clear blue sky or a red robin. On the other hand, if I couldnt see, then what harm would another mocha, double-fudge, chocolate brownine do? If I cant see, what's the point of looking hot? Right?
My friend Lizzie said I was being over-dramatic by my small eye infection and confirmed her theory when she stopped by my house, later on that day.
LIZZIE: Hi, Zsa Zsa Gabor? Is David home?
ME: Shut up!
LIZZIE: Whats with the big sunglasses and your blanket bonnet?
ME: Uh, it's to sheild my eyes. Duh.
LIZZIE: You look like one of those old Hollywood ladies.
ME: Whatever.
I was blind for a minute and already I was getting flack for my fashion choices. Lizzie had come over to return a book she had borrowed...6 months ago (I wasnt too mad at her since I have other friends, not mentioning names...VERO, who have stuff of mine from forever with no intentions of returning...). I told her of my non-date disaster and what she said made me really think.
LIZZIE: Maybe God wants you to be blind.
ME: That's dumb. Why would he want me to be blind? How else am I supposed to apprieciate his creations, duh?!
LIZZIE: Well, have you noticed everytime you talk about Corrie, you make it a point to point out she is not hot.
ME: No, I dont!
LIZZIE: Whatever. Maybe God wants you to be blind, so you can like Corrie for who she is, and not what she looks like. Maybe your supposed to look beyond her looks.
ME: Hmmm.
LIZZIE: Cuz isnt love supposed to be blind? Look at that blind girl from Fantastic 4 and The Thing. He was butt-ugly and nobody wanted to be with him. Except for the blind girl. She never knew what he looked like, but she still fell in love. And they both lived...
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