why do i insist on staying up when i am exhausted, sitting in my bed, clean, and way ready to dive out of my conscious?
am i really capable of packing for four months in one backpack?!
will i forget about certain things and certain people as easily as i think i will?
will i ever have wednesday (the cat) back?
what exactly are the west coast motives?
why did i eat so much for dinner when i wasn't even hungry?
and why do i ALWAYS do that?
last night i went sliding around on a huge ice patch in government center with two of my friends. it was freezing, but fun and wonderful. i thought about when i was a kid and went ice skating. i thought about how i would lie to my mother about not falling when i actually did. i thought it would impress her then; as if she cared. it has taken me a decade, i am sure, to realize that falling once, twice, or even three times in a period of even forty-five minutes on such an unfamiliar surface is not a bad thing. today i told my mom i fell only once, which is the truth, and she laughed.
[sidenote to self: work a little on being a bit more graceful.]