today i went to what is probably the most hipster concentrated place on campus. the bike shop. i wandered aimlessly around the quadrangle (oh you abbreviators you!) on my 6 year old purple and silver bike that isn't a street racing bike that i built myself from old bike parts that i bought off of the homeless somewhere in the deep recesses of manhattan, so my coolness factor is basically negative 3 at this point.
i finally found the shop; a whole in one of the dorms, spray painted and axle-greased. the fellow who greeted me was a senior and began to fill my bike tires. i felt no real need for conversation, as the average bike pumpery takes all of 4 minutes. he however, an embracer of the awk, felt the need to talk.
him: so... how's it goin'?
me: uh... haha, pretty good. um, you?
him: what year are you? (was my awkwardity really that evident?)
me: sophomore. uh, you?
him: senior. yup.
me: oh, sweet.
*****lull in conversation*****
me: so, what major?
him: urban studies and studio art... all done, here you go!
so, conclusions?
1. i'm a very awkward person.
2. hipsters like awkward, as it were.
3. this is an unfortunate combination as i go to school here.
4. urban studies and studio art is the hipster-est major that could ever possibly exist
5. my bike is now fully ride-able!
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