1)
Sometimes it boils down to this very juvenile thought: for all of my attempted, semi-brainy undertakings, I don't know much. It's very little-slash-not-enough. I've concluded that a lifetime's acquisition of knowledge is actually a feeble thing, like a wobbly pup.
I don't trust myself to ever feel quite satisfied with How Much I Know because it will always be far outweighed by Things I Don't Know.
2)
I feel really anxious about this upcoming trip. / I am 100% excited. BUT.
As much as I crave excitement and adventure, I am a plodding creature of habit. Also, I don't know how I will survive without a steady stream of coffee in my system. I think my heart might go into shock.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
funny
Funny things happen to me all of the time. They always leave me feeling tickled. A part of me is rolling and reacting while the other part of me is still sitting in five-minutes-ago, asking myself - did that really just happen?!
Did it?
I think so.
Like: sitting in the Rock Bottom parking lot in disbelief, undergoing a blood pressure test.
Did it?
I think so.
Like: sitting in the Rock Bottom parking lot in disbelief, undergoing a blood pressure test.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
great day
It's been a kinda long day at work and I don't have anything special planned tonight - judo, shower, crash.
Still, there's something special in the air. :)
I've been a bit of a grump this weekend, which I hate. Last night, my dad sent me a fatherly, adorable, misspelled text message re: birthdays and work. It was the kind of text that managed, within three grammatically-incorrect sentences, to fill me with tender childlike feelings. I felt like a small owl sitting next to a big, wise owl wearing thick glasses. By the time I woke up, the delightful and wonderful and unruly enthusiasm returned. And then the day continued and I sat in an unfamiliar apartment that smelled of smoke and met some sad-slash-chipper people and now I'm here. I'm 28 and I've arrived and I'm still arriving to this-or-that point.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded.
Still, there's something special in the air. :)
I've been a bit of a grump this weekend, which I hate. Last night, my dad sent me a fatherly, adorable, misspelled text message re: birthdays and work. It was the kind of text that managed, within three grammatically-incorrect sentences, to fill me with tender childlike feelings. I felt like a small owl sitting next to a big, wise owl wearing thick glasses. By the time I woke up, the delightful and wonderful and unruly enthusiasm returned. And then the day continued and I sat in an unfamiliar apartment that smelled of smoke and met some sad-slash-chipper people and now I'm here. I'm 28 and I've arrived and I'm still arriving to this-or-that point.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
scared
I drove around San Diego today and something about the shrinking atmosphere and the grayness reminded me of being in Ohio.
Some days you wake up and you just feel scared, really really scared. You're not sure why or maybe you have an inkling of an idea.
Some days you wake up and you just feel scared, really really scared. You're not sure why or maybe you have an inkling of an idea.