Christa, a story.

Chapter 1: Christa's interview at gap.

It began well. I was well spoken and confident, giving many antidotes of my excellent customer service skills, making good eye contact, and smiling. It was a relatively short interview and as I was leaving, I glanced down and realized the top button of my dress (my non-gap dress) was undone. This crucial missing button left me in a state slightly scandalous and thus elucidated the interviewer's query if I had any concerns about the dress code. I have not heard back from them about the position.

Chapter 2: Homework.

There is too much of it.

Chapter 3: Roller Derby.

If there is anything I want to be when I grow up, its a roller derby girl. The speed, the drama, the fish net stockings - it all calls to some bad ass, pin-up-wanna-be part of my soul. At the Denver Roller Doll bouts there is a couch, black leather, called the couch of doom. This couch is perched right at the edge of the rink, giving you a perfect view of the action, also a large probability of being physically hurt as a chick comes ramming into you at full speed. But so worth it. To win a spot on the couch, you must win the a costume contest, getting the most cheers from the crowd. Joe (my roller derby friend) and I determined we must win this competition. We arrive at the bout last night in full costume: gorilla suits. Him: cape and gold pants, Me: mini skirt, wife beater with my gorilla derby name (banana splitz), and bandanna. People stared. (Its also important to note that my parents also attended this bout and were good enough to stand next to me even as folks stared). We enter the stadium and headed toward the couch, but upon our arrival we see people already in it! And not in costume! This one evening, apparently, for the first time ever, the couch of doom was given away by raffle. Sad and dejected, Joe and I dragged our long gorilla arms into the stands, where we sat in gorilla suits for the whole game, staring longingly at the couch of doom. I made two children cry, so convincing were our costumes.

Chapter 4: Sleep.

I need more of it.

Chapter 5: Church.

I am not there. I thought service started at 9:30 but it starts at 9:00. I am late, as usual. On normal days, this would not bother me and I would enter late, boldly yet quietly. But today I can't quite make myself go, as I would have to talk to people and sit. And really, today I just want to be alone.