shoulda been studying
I should have been studying all afternoon, doing homework and reading and getting caught up so i have less to do this weekend when ben is here. Should being the operative word. It's been so VERY nice out today, and i had to be cooped up all day at work... so i came home and talked to Liz for a while about stuff. I feel kind of bad... because we were (supposedly) talking about her stuff, but i kept interfering with my own take on it. Sometimes that's ok, people just tell you their basic problem and want another viewpoint on it... but i think what liz really wanted was to be listened to and i kept interrupting. I'm a sucky friend. *pout*
Liz and i went for tacos (mmmmm tacos) and then she went off to tutoring and to take a chem test, and i went home. I checked my email and i really wanted to go for a walk to the new apartment, to check out things like time, and how bad (aka hilly) a walk it really is... but i didn't feel like going alone, so i asked melissa key, and she said she had too much studying to do so i asked phil. Phil said yes to a walk but no to the destination because he's a poop. Eventually we decided to go play Frisbee instead. I didn't really see the point of "going" to play frisbee, we've got a little patch next to the apartment that's good enough... but phil said he'd pick me up, so whatever.
The end result is i'm glad we went, because Phil knew of this park in the suburby part of morgantown. it had SWINGS. ok, maybe i'm a cracker or whatever, but i love swings. i MISS swings. there's something about the defiance of gravity, the vertigo rush when you lean back too far. i saw them and immediately i was like "swings! yes! i have to go swing before we play frisbee" and ran off to swing. It was GREAT.
and what's even funnier, this little girl comes running up to phil and she's like "oh, is that a frisbee? i love playing frisbee, can i play?" and then she asks phil if like every little boy on the playground is his. it was so fucking adorable! and he's just looking at me, swinging and he's like "help me!" so i jumped off the swing (the absolute BEST part of them, that one half second of hanging in the air before gravity remembers your density) and we played frisbee with this six-year-old girl for like half an hour. she talked herself into a stomachache! it was the coolest damn thing i've ever seen. She just kept talking, and telling us all kinds of things, asking questions out of nowhere and barely waiting for an answer... then she was like "sometimes-when-i-talk-too-much-my-tummy-hurts-because-i-run-out-of-breath" and she was dead silent for like, 15 whole seconds. I suggested maybe she should just sit and watch if her tummy hurt, and then her dad made her leave...
I really hope i never forget Rowan. (What a cool name too!) She reminded me a lot of me when i was 6.
Liz and i went for tacos (mmmmm tacos) and then she went off to tutoring and to take a chem test, and i went home. I checked my email and i really wanted to go for a walk to the new apartment, to check out things like time, and how bad (aka hilly) a walk it really is... but i didn't feel like going alone, so i asked melissa key, and she said she had too much studying to do so i asked phil. Phil said yes to a walk but no to the destination because he's a poop. Eventually we decided to go play Frisbee instead. I didn't really see the point of "going" to play frisbee, we've got a little patch next to the apartment that's good enough... but phil said he'd pick me up, so whatever.
The end result is i'm glad we went, because Phil knew of this park in the suburby part of morgantown. it had SWINGS. ok, maybe i'm a cracker or whatever, but i love swings. i MISS swings. there's something about the defiance of gravity, the vertigo rush when you lean back too far. i saw them and immediately i was like "swings! yes! i have to go swing before we play frisbee" and ran off to swing. It was GREAT.
and what's even funnier, this little girl comes running up to phil and she's like "oh, is that a frisbee? i love playing frisbee, can i play?" and then she asks phil if like every little boy on the playground is his. it was so fucking adorable! and he's just looking at me, swinging and he's like "help me!" so i jumped off the swing (the absolute BEST part of them, that one half second of hanging in the air before gravity remembers your density) and we played frisbee with this six-year-old girl for like half an hour. she talked herself into a stomachache! it was the coolest damn thing i've ever seen. She just kept talking, and telling us all kinds of things, asking questions out of nowhere and barely waiting for an answer... then she was like "sometimes-when-i-talk-too-much-my-tummy-hurts-because-i-run-out-of-breath" and she was dead silent for like, 15 whole seconds. I suggested maybe she should just sit and watch if her tummy hurt, and then her dad made her leave...
I really hope i never forget Rowan. (What a cool name too!) She reminded me a lot of me when i was 6.