The Bluest Eye

"I don't think I could concentrate in your class. Your eyes are too beautiful." Or so said Coffee Guy tonight. I must admit, I was partially fishing for a compliment when I finally succumbed to the Kentucky Blue Bug. After pondering the idea for several weeks, I purchased my first University of Kentucky sweatshirt, a bit impulsively since I happened to be at the mall tonight, had forgotten my jacket, and walked by the Kentucky apparel store. In the back of my mind, I knew that the blue could only help my appearance since anything blue seems to bring out my eyes (of course, so does the mascara and the slightly tinted contacts--although the company tells me they're only tinted so they can be found when dropped--so it's not au natural). Anywho, it creates a bit of excitement to have someone notice me--or at least my eyes.

I saw my grandma today. Well, not really my grandma. But someone who I think would be just like her if she were alive: bubbly, vivacious, tall, thin, confident, smiling. I have these moments where random people or events will remind me of her, and I miss that I never had the chance to truly know her or for her to truly know me since her body was consumed by cancer when I was a freshman in high school. She was my first pen pal since she lived 800 miles away; we only saw my grandparents once a year. Every time I think of her, I see her throwing her head back to allow a great burst of gut laughter escape from her throat. Her laughter was sincere, and her whole body received a workout from one bit of humor--not only would she throw her head back, but she also slapped her knee and rocked back and forth a bit (not in a dementia sort of way, but a true, I'm-enjoying-this-moment-immensely kind of way), thin shoulders shaking the entire time. She would have loved to see her granddaughters grow up, to become the "fine young women" that she always told us we were becoming.