wandering around
i feel like fucking SCREAMING. i have training day numero dos today. its been hell. my trainer has been pretty bitchy.... roar....oh well, i guess that's life huh? i dont want to go on with training with her but only 3 more hrs once she gets back from lunch. *sigh* on a good note though, i am going to charlotte tomorrow after work and i get to stay at my friends apartment and sleep in a REAL bed and take a BUBBLE bath if i want... i get to be all squeaky clean for boston/pittsfield. it's an amazing concept. i also might get to see anthony and some other charlotteans. then the adventure of this weekend begins. i found out just a few moments ago that i cannot bring TOOTPASTE in my carryon unless its in a 3oz bottle and then that has to be in a plastic bag. Apparently toothpaste is a threat to the nation! Interesting... anyway, i cann't check my bag bc i only have a 30 min layover in Newark. Which, with my luck, I have to run across the entire airport to get to my connecting flight. Oh well, I guess that's what I have to deal with for having a cheap flight ($145). Last night after I got off my last phone call I was wandering around. Ended up down by a waterfall. I breathed in the cool, moist air and thought -- I should just turn off my phone for a while. Stay hidden in the mountains. I love wandering around in the mountains, on my own, not knowing where I end up or why. It seems as a weird little metaphor for life. Just placing one foot in front of the other, and in the end you're where you're supposed to be.