the blob

Alexandra is a large and unpleasant person. She is really cool in the sense that she is really aloof, Alexandra is loath to engage other people. Instead, she drags her heft around the store reminding herself that she comes from a European country and speaks french. Alexandra is the first person I have met who has been anything less than helpful in helping me learn french. This is not surprising given Alexandra's general opposition to learning, she is much too aloof and snooty to have anything to learn for learning requires an earnestness absent in the vast plains of her elephant flesh. I think when anyone is quite so large and wears tiny shorts it is probably inevitable that its looseness and flaccidity will appear. Her massiveness is evident in the way she moves her feet. They are the last thing that moves when she takes a step. She lurches forward and her clodhoppers belatedly join her. She wears these fat black shoes called desert boots. I have a pair, though in green instead of black. They're really nice shoes in theory because they have an excess of material which extends up towards your ankle. it doesn't really serve any purpose but adds structure and novelty and attractiveness to the shoe. On Alexandra's foot, however, there is no excess. Her Desert Boots can barely contain the evidently enormous thing therein, her ankles and toes bursting alike. Bursting might actually seem like a problem for a gigantic person like Alexandra if she didn't have quite so much skin and wasn't so lacking energy, zeal or anything to demonstrate that she is happy to be alive.