Someone is picking a banjo from above.
I catch a reflection of myself in a window
i look like an art student
bere
those glasses. long coat
it's winter
oregon
the keys feel good to push
satisfying
I wish I ahd more to say

I am so grateful for you
everyday
i am greatful
it is quite something
to be loved

thus spake the art student

i might be in love. or maybe i'm just overwhelmed with seeing someone i love again. in any case, it's nice.
it snowed today. SNOWED. realllll snow, too. like, unsafe-to-drive snow. glorious.
got a job at the mailroom. the interview consisted of me answering "yes" to the question "will you show up everyday?" sweet.

that is all

Everyone in the bus is so exposed at night...they are they only ones in the boxed world of florescent light; they pop out on the road, floating sharply on plowing bus sounds. We see everything they do, if only in a flash.

I wonder if they are conscious of their place in the light.
They are out there.
Do they realize it?
Do they care?

I love dreaming. It's so satisfying. I wish I were doing it right now...

Riding back with complex emotions at 2:30am, a kiss on the cheek that made me cry because it was so perfect; made me feel so loved. And I honestly missed him for those few hours that they were wiring him with white, sterile-smelling paste that didn't let him sleep. Sweet...

and today, homework that I don't want to do but is hard to get out of. It's only the second week. To skip now would *be* weak. I can forego philosophy and read it later, since we are not held personally accountable in class, unless he keeps track of how often we speak. And all these other small tasks that won't get done today--living is hard to get done. I am almost out of toothpaste, and booking flights is a hassle.

There might be too much for me, but I might hit my stride and find a way to fit everything in. More microwavable food will definitely help.