Once again, the carnival closed down, but if this world would ever turn around...
Great mood right now. The cut on my left pinky knuckle is healing, my hands are shaking from too much too soon, and I'm yawning because I can't get in enough oxygen, but I'm good. Listening to Our Lady Peace, their Clumsy album. It is such a good album.
Everyone should listen to it.
I have all of my CDs on the table, and there's a piece of green bundt cake with melted chocolate icing sitting to my left, waiting to be eaten. Two empty mugs -one with a crumpled, wet tea bag within -to my right. I want to watch a movie. I want to take my inhaler, but I won't.
Going to see a childhood friend tomorrow night. Hearing her on the phone brought me back five years.
This morning, I drove to the apartments I used to live in when I was young. I parallel parked poorly and stepped out to take a look around. I walked to the place I actually lived, standing in my pajamas and sweatshirt, just observing. Everything is so small, and I remember thinking that it was so big. It was nicer than I remember, probably because it's been a decade since I've lived there. The trees are the same, though. The same squared trees. I almost miss living there, if I didn't remember how small our living space was. I went from living in a two-bedroom apartment with my sister sharing my room and our dryer hidden in the kitchen to a three-floored house with my own room and our washer and dryer in their own section, in plain view and next to the kitchen and a bathroom.
How much my family has grown.
Everyone should listen to it.
I have all of my CDs on the table, and there's a piece of green bundt cake with melted chocolate icing sitting to my left, waiting to be eaten. Two empty mugs -one with a crumpled, wet tea bag within -to my right. I want to watch a movie. I want to take my inhaler, but I won't.
Going to see a childhood friend tomorrow night. Hearing her on the phone brought me back five years.
This morning, I drove to the apartments I used to live in when I was young. I parallel parked poorly and stepped out to take a look around. I walked to the place I actually lived, standing in my pajamas and sweatshirt, just observing. Everything is so small, and I remember thinking that it was so big. It was nicer than I remember, probably because it's been a decade since I've lived there. The trees are the same, though. The same squared trees. I almost miss living there, if I didn't remember how small our living space was. I went from living in a two-bedroom apartment with my sister sharing my room and our dryer hidden in the kitchen to a three-floored house with my own room and our washer and dryer in their own section, in plain view and next to the kitchen and a bathroom.
How much my family has grown.