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| There's fog again. For some odd reason, I like to watch the fog. I see how it crawls over hills and cloaks the city in a veil of mist. And underneath the fog, people walk and talk and pretend they aren't surrounded. Days like this, I want to get into my pjs, grab a good book, and nestle in my favorite corner of the couch. Maybe even a nice hot cup of goodness. It's the contentment in those little moments that I wish I had for all of life. Some say that it's not possible but I have this sneaky suspicion it is. We're surrounded by fog so it's hard to see, but now and then, you catch a glimpse of something different and you think that just maybe, you might have seen something worthwhile. But maybe it's better this way. The fog, I mean. If we were to see what was beyond the mist...it might change our entire lives, our entire eyes. And that kind of change is too radical, right? But aren't you curious what's on the other side? I guess you'll never know until you go. I think that the fog is hiding something from us, something different from the cold, damp city air we've all learned to breathe. | | |
| I've been trying to conserve gas since it's so expensive nowadays. So I've been walking to the BART station, which is three blocks from my place so no biggie...it's a habit of mine to look for my car once I turn onto my street. Yesterday as i was getting ready for work, i heard what I thought sounded like my car alarm. So i walked outside and thought i saw my car and it wasn't blinking so i went back inside. I went to work as usual. I turned the corner and looked for my car and it wasn't there! OMG! I think i seriously was hyperventilating. All I could say was, "Oh my God, oh my God" in this hushed whisper because I was scared to even say that out loud. I freaked out. I tried to remember if I had moved my car and I didn't think I did. I walked up and down my street to find the car and even on the other streets...then I remembered. I was running late that morning and had driven to the BART station. I was soooo relieved to realize that my car was parked at the station and not stolen. I almost cried! I was so embarrassed about it that I didn;t even tell my brother. Haha...now i can laugh about it but it totally freaked me out.
In unrelated news...last night, i walked into the kitchen to get water and heard noises outside the kitchen window. Kinda like scratching noises so I freaked out. I called for my brother saying that there was something out there. So my brother got up and turned on the light outside and on the fence were two really cute looking baby raccoons. I was so tempted to go out and pick them up but I was afraid that mama might be around and also didn't want to get bit. They're pretty dirty if you think about it....digging through trash and such. So cute...i love raccoons. They were sooo small and cute. | | |
| I'm moving to Alameeeeda. It's an island. I'm not sure how i feel about this...kinda apprehensive but i don't think it's because I'm moving to an island. I really enjoyed having my own room this past year and it's going to be hard to have to live with another person. A stranger no less. I know the girl and we say hi but it's not like I know her know her.
Anyway, when school starts I won't even have time to really be home. In addition to school, I'll be taking on leadership of a student org and work part time. Speaking of which, I am so excited! I'm TAing for an advanced physiology course at Cal. Kinda nervous too seeing how all these people will be pre-meds and I don't remember a darn thing! I looked on the website and saw that there were review questions so I opened them up thinking how hard can it be??? OMG, why are these questions so freaking hard?! I spazzed a little. TuxedoSammy knows...I think he was secretly laughing at me. I think I'm gonna go home and start studying...
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| I watched Freaky Friday with a friend of mine last night. I had no idea that Mark Harmon was in that movie (the NCIS guy). That show is really good i think. Along the lines of CSI. Anyway, it was pretty ok. In one scene, mom takes the door off of her daughter's room and understandably the child was upset. But she was also really disrespectful so we weren't very sympathetic to her. Anyway, my friend and I got into the question about what we'd do if she was our kid. My response was, "There are two options that are acceptable to me. You can shut up or live in a cage." Sound familiar Edeline? Emi? Hahaha...got a laugh out of that one. | | |
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