Whereas across the board I could tell you usually that sleeping is my most favorite thing (aside from long talks, snark, and cuddling,) I’ve barely been able to get any. The unfortunate side to this is that it’s not even for a good reason; it’s not like I’ve been hitting the books at eight, finding myself at three-am with a bed covered in notes. Actually, it’s more like I find sites like listography and find myself at three-am (after a nap from five til nine) with an arbitrary site filled with lists of my life.
So here I am at the writing center, going off four hours of sleep. I have alot to do today, most excitingly I will be going downtown with El. to visit my old haunts of last spring. I’ve begun to talk online to an old and complicated friend who I used to hang out with downtown last year. He’s moved on to bigger and better places, though Roanoke has a strange pull on people, and I think he’ll be homeward bound soon enough. He confirmed my fears that the general Roanoke populace hated my friends back then and “wished I’d just come out alone,” or something to that effect. The weirdest thing about him is how he is a recurring character in my life. We met over the internet (scandalous) when I was a freshman and he was a local, met in person a year later, dated for a while, lost contact, and here we are eight months later.
I haven’t talked to my parents much this week, a few arbitrary, “did you do this,” phone call reminders that are starting to get old. It’s weird how a family dynamic can change so suddenly; just like a friend dynamic I guess.
I really want to work on the poem from before but I can’t seem to add to it. It’s a personal moment, something I found as I was writing I wasn’t far enough removed from yet.
K. has been a constant contact these past few days, which is nice. I didn’t think our schedules would line up, she being in Estonia and all. She feels the same way as I do about alot of things, and seeing as we’re both going through the preliminary planning of similar big life events, we’ve connected in new ways of bff-ery.
Friday mornings are always quiet at the writing center.
Cross your fingers that my car is not entirely broken, and that the subaru dealership will fix it promptly.
