These Days
On Valentine's Day my penpal talked to me about the brevity of life and disenchantment that comes with growing up and I ended up sobbing into the early hours of the morning. The next day I felt super lousy, but ended up going for a walk. It was rainy and grey, but I managed to find this slip of cement that had an overhang and was relatively removed from which to read. (Midnight's Children. Chapter 4)
I ended up being distracted by the hundred or so tiny birds that tweeted and swooped together. A funny thing about these birds is that they always flew in pairs at least (and more often in large groups), and never alone. Recently my mother has taken to calling me "little bird."
It was a relatively cool day, and in an hour or so I felt better about life and hungry. Walking to get food I ran into Josh unexpectedly for the second time in two days. We laughed. We ate together. We went our separate ways.
Today I didn't have math recitation, but I did have a computer fluency exam, at which I think I did a decent job, but which was still a huge pain in the ass. And I did have my volunteer shift at the LGBT resource center (oh, yeah. Now, my social group=all the gays on campus. I'm the ultimate fag hag). I bought some Thin Mints, too. And looked at the rocks and fossils being sold outside the geology department.
This afternoon we had a French reunion dinner. It was lovely. A few of us went over early to cook. It was nice to see the girls and drink wine and pretend that we remembered French. I'm just getting home now.