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I am sitting in AK's apartment and it is quiet. (Other than the alarm that was going off for 10 minutes, made me think there was a burglary/fire/bomb).
There's some sense of freedom in the quiet. The world hasn't felt this quiet in awhile, and it's nice. Not even when I spend hours in the attic. Right now, I really do feel like I'm somewhere else, removed. I kind of like it.
The Door Appreciation Party was small and short, and just a tiny bit shy of awkward since there were literally only 3 interns and 2 of the supervisors. Elise is so cool and really nice, and I feel like we talked a little bit more today. AK asked if I'd mentioned her and the e-mail, but I stupidly forgot. I was very socially weird today, even with Laurence and the small storm clouds between us. The difference between smiting and electrifying. Not sure what I mean by that.
I just found myself thinking, Oh I should have said this, and Oh, did I make it clear that the flash mob didn't happen because no music played? And I kept saying "sister," but that probably didn't indicate that I had two. For the first time in awhile, I was questioning my social actions after a small social gathering, which hasn't happened in awhile. It's kinda funny.
Everyone would love it if I got a Mac. It's impossible to type loudly on the keyboard. I'm actually not a fan of the keyboard though, the spacing or lack of "push" feels off.
I'm going to try some Centering Prayer. I had all these things I planned to maybe do tonight, like watch Harry Potter and SYTYCD and maybe Skype with Laurence, and it'd all be a good time. But I also have this overwhelming feeling like I should pray. I rarely get a whole space to myself, and the house doesn't count because then it just feels lonely. This isn't really lonely here, just quiet.
p.s. The world has seemed oddly threatening today. I woke up from a dream at 11 am today (yeeaaah, slept late), and I remember a bomb going off, but it looked like electricity on a railroad track, sparking and making the whole place glow. I wasn't hurt.
Then as I was walking up to the attic, my heart chugged at the sight of a long line of web and a tiny spider dangling in front of my face. It was dead.
Then there were the sirens in the city and the alarm just now. Snatches of conversation that made me think of death omens. Weird, eerie stuff man.
There's some sense of freedom in the quiet. The world hasn't felt this quiet in awhile, and it's nice. Not even when I spend hours in the attic. Right now, I really do feel like I'm somewhere else, removed. I kind of like it.
The Door Appreciation Party was small and short, and just a tiny bit shy of awkward since there were literally only 3 interns and 2 of the supervisors. Elise is so cool and really nice, and I feel like we talked a little bit more today. AK asked if I'd mentioned her and the e-mail, but I stupidly forgot. I was very socially weird today, even with Laurence and the small storm clouds between us. The difference between smiting and electrifying. Not sure what I mean by that.
I just found myself thinking, Oh I should have said this, and Oh, did I make it clear that the flash mob didn't happen because no music played? And I kept saying "sister," but that probably didn't indicate that I had two. For the first time in awhile, I was questioning my social actions after a small social gathering, which hasn't happened in awhile. It's kinda funny.
Everyone would love it if I got a Mac. It's impossible to type loudly on the keyboard. I'm actually not a fan of the keyboard though, the spacing or lack of "push" feels off.
I'm going to try some Centering Prayer. I had all these things I planned to maybe do tonight, like watch Harry Potter and SYTYCD and maybe Skype with Laurence, and it'd all be a good time. But I also have this overwhelming feeling like I should pray. I rarely get a whole space to myself, and the house doesn't count because then it just feels lonely. This isn't really lonely here, just quiet.
p.s. The world has seemed oddly threatening today. I woke up from a dream at 11 am today (yeeaaah, slept late), and I remember a bomb going off, but it looked like electricity on a railroad track, sparking and making the whole place glow. I wasn't hurt.
Then as I was walking up to the attic, my heart chugged at the sight of a long line of web and a tiny spider dangling in front of my face. It was dead.
Then there were the sirens in the city and the alarm just now. Snatches of conversation that made me think of death omens. Weird, eerie stuff man.