my apple is sour.
Looong, stressful day today. It started out well, like usual. Like usual when I'm at Ron's that is. Waking up next to him is always wonderful, and puts me in a giddy mood for at least the first half hour. Then I get out of bed and enter back into the realm of reality, and things tend to go down hill from there. Today is was mostly because I was preoccupied with the fact that I had a formal analysis paper on ARCHITECTURE (HeLLO! The architect was not trying to Tell me anything, or evoke any sort of emotion...he was just making a nice building). Ron finally dragged me down to the library, and I finished it just in time to rush home for lunch then on to work. Woot. There, it was more stress stress stress and a little bit of murphey's law to add to the stress. Trust me, for about an hour, just about everything that I could have done wrong, I did. I suck. But now I'm home, and I'm going to a Margaret Cho show in about half an hour. It should be pretty good I think.
I realized something today. Going through my friends list these days is somewhat emotional. As Ron has pointed out to me, I have a really insane love/hate relationship with Americorps. So now I see a young americorpian, just starting out, just finished cti I'm assuming, and i read her entries about the live i was living one year ago. And I recognize it. To a Tee. And its strange. And it makes me both happy and sad at the same time to realize she's finally growing accustomed to being unshowered, and going off to the same spike that I was at. Mostly it just makes me sad. And I'm not sure quite why. And gypsygirl, or paperflowers, i should say, your entries are just so beautiful every time that it makes me emotional too...I'm not even sure if it is sadness that I feel when I skim my friends page. I'm not sure.
I should get going. It's dark and cold out already. Better grab a jacket.