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Gosh I love this song. It reminds me of when it was on the radio *all* the time. I was driving Speedy home from work one afternoon and pulled up to the stoplight by the airport. This song was blaring (I like my car stereo LOUD when I'm alone) on my stereo, and I had the windows down because hey - quad cities in summertime is one with Satan's Thermostat. So I pull up and stop and hear the song from all around. I turn down my radio, and I realize the car next to me on the driver's side is listening and singing to the same song. I look to my right and the other car is doing the same thing, and across the intersection some other cars were doing the same thing. All of us, strangers on our way to unknown destinations brought together by a single song. It was one of those surreal moments where you just kind of go "Wow, life is interesting." Wish there were more of those.
Anyway, today was nice; it really was. Bitter cold came back, but that just meant that I got to wear my pretty wool coat and my cashmeire scarf again. I went to work, and it was nice - laid back and just fun. Got my stuff, went to class which turned out to be really neat. We're talking about memory recall development, which really fascinates me. Had a nice lunch with my Psych girls, laughed and joked and just goofed off. Jenny showed me a picture of her (gay!) friend, Joe. I commented on how cute he was - guess who might possibly be getting a phone call from a boy named Joe sometime this weekend? It'd be nice, but I'm not pushing it. So I turned in my research methods paper and managed not to pass out for the rest of the class.
I was walking back from Cuneo after I said bye to the girls. I could see my breath in the air and saw my shadow dancing all around me and I was just struck by one of those "This is nice" feelings. One of those seconds where you just notice everything and beauty and everything just feels...good. Didn't last long, but it was nice nonetheless. I think that's what makes life great, worth everything - those times when something simple and stupid just strikes you as encredibly beatiful and entirely profound. I know I'm hopelessly romantic and probably too dramatic for my own good, but I really do think life is like the movies. I guess I'm just waiting for my close-up, my monologue. Curtain's up and the seats are packed, but I can't seem to find my way to the stage. I'll get there though. Just need to have patience and do what I've always done - fight and scratch and claw my way there. I just need to *work* at it.
Yeah I know, this post is sappy and way too full of crummy metaphores, but it's the way I'm feeling lately.
Anyhoo, Kin to Sorrow'll be updated shortly for those of you still awake.
Anyway, today was nice; it really was. Bitter cold came back, but that just meant that I got to wear my pretty wool coat and my cashmeire scarf again. I went to work, and it was nice - laid back and just fun. Got my stuff, went to class which turned out to be really neat. We're talking about memory recall development, which really fascinates me. Had a nice lunch with my Psych girls, laughed and joked and just goofed off. Jenny showed me a picture of her (gay!) friend, Joe. I commented on how cute he was - guess who might possibly be getting a phone call from a boy named Joe sometime this weekend? It'd be nice, but I'm not pushing it. So I turned in my research methods paper and managed not to pass out for the rest of the class.
I was walking back from Cuneo after I said bye to the girls. I could see my breath in the air and saw my shadow dancing all around me and I was just struck by one of those "This is nice" feelings. One of those seconds where you just notice everything and beauty and everything just feels...good. Didn't last long, but it was nice nonetheless. I think that's what makes life great, worth everything - those times when something simple and stupid just strikes you as encredibly beatiful and entirely profound. I know I'm hopelessly romantic and probably too dramatic for my own good, but I really do think life is like the movies. I guess I'm just waiting for my close-up, my monologue. Curtain's up and the seats are packed, but I can't seem to find my way to the stage. I'll get there though. Just need to have patience and do what I've always done - fight and scratch and claw my way there. I just need to *work* at it.
Yeah I know, this post is sappy and way too full of crummy metaphores, but it's the way I'm feeling lately.
Anyhoo, Kin to Sorrow'll be updated shortly for those of you still awake.
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