The world riding by while I eat my sandwich
I don't know what it is lately, but I feel like I am missing lots of stuff. Or not that I'm missing it, but that I'm choosing to exclude myself from said activities and conversations and whatnot- preferring, rather, to sit on the side in a comfy, cushioned booth and eat a tandoori chicken pannini sandwich with vinagrette dressing and hot peppers. I'm just so damned comfortable where I am, with my sandwich, relaxing and not caring that the restuaraunt is going to close. All I care about is that sandwich and a friendly talk. I mean, At the same time that I'm eating my sandwich and mumbling about silly stuff that could only be funny in my mind, I'm watching the world just streak by like a video on fast foreward. It's weird. I am happy right now, with my sandwich. I refuse to think about me finishing it until I actually finish the damed thing.
I had alot of fun today, even though my fun was cut short by obligation. Tuesday is still my favorite day, even if my dryer isn't fixed and I didn't get a look at the Science Times until 8 pm this evening.
Lessons Learned:
1) Never ever wear a pair of high-heeled boots to school and expect your feet to cooperate, because you'll get stuck going nearly barefoot in your unmatching-smelly socks.
2) Never eat bacon infront of Keith.
I had alot of fun today, even though my fun was cut short by obligation. Tuesday is still my favorite day, even if my dryer isn't fixed and I didn't get a look at the Science Times until 8 pm this evening.
Lessons Learned:
1) Never ever wear a pair of high-heeled boots to school and expect your feet to cooperate, because you'll get stuck going nearly barefoot in your unmatching-smelly socks.
2) Never eat bacon infront of Keith.