good morning

i think a chernobyl raisin made it into my raisin bran this morning. seriously, it was so big.

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i woke up and slowly scanned the room groggy-eyed to make sure that i was still where i thought i was. yeah. still half asleep, the corners of my mouth curved and formed a smile when my scan of the room landed me on the little clock on the wall. 3:14 am. not only was it 3:14 in the morning and i was still with you, but i get excited when i see the numbers 3, 1, and 4. 3:14 am - the time on the clock when the feelings hit me...and my birthday. i shook off the grogginess, opened my eyes completely, and looked down, only to find you sleeping peacefully in my lap. the entire night was unlike any other i've ever had. i don't know if it was the way nothing seemed to work in our favor, the way every restaurant was closed, or just you. but walking barefoot along the city's quiet streets, everything was perfect. the two of us - were perfect. i looked down again. you were snoring, and still very asleep. you twitch when you sleep. i wonder what you were dreaming of. our night? me? were you dreaming happy dreams? the feelings. i like you. you still had my fingers laced in yours. laced the way we had laced them earlier in the night as we sat and played the piano together. one fantasy - to sit and play and sing - that i can cross out on my checklist of dreams. i took my gaze off of the wall's clock. your apartment "the inside of a 1970's boardshort" is so colorful. your paintings are incredible. you. are incredible. you smile when you sleep. or are you smiling because you're with me? do you dream in the same language as you paint? you inspire me. i've been awake, but i've been dreaming. it's no longer 3:14 am - the clock now reads a sleepy 3:57 am. i should get home, but i don't want to wake you. could i slide away without disturbing you - without interrupting your dreams? no way. our arms are too twisted and our fingers still laced and your head on my lap. i stroke your hair and forehead...you're still asleep. i whisper in your ear...you're still asleep. suddenly i don't mind so much if you wake up or not. you're an angel. i trace my lips along each one of your fingers still tangled in mine. i have to leave. i make my way out of the tangle we got ourselves into and kiss your sleeping eyes goodbye. you awake with a smile. "you are impossible to wake up."

i am so glad i went to school today

honest to goodness, that is what i saw parked in the parking lot before my first class. 

to top itself off, the license plate frame read "too close for missiles, im switching to guns."

good thinking, batman.

i strongly dislike going to my anthropology class. mostly because i dont believe 85% of what the professor tries to teach us. today's class was especially ridiculous. ridiculous enough to blog about. some of the stupid things he said to us today:

1. "bats are cuter than human babies."

2. "i'm getting married this summer. we've been together for ten years. we've been living in sin for 10 years now, isn't that great?"

..and my favorite:

3. "there are a lot of Goliaths out there, but remember that there are also a lot of DANIELS."

ridiculous, but never boring.

good going teach.

crap.

woke up this morning to go to school. 

went to straighten my hair.

and my straightener crumbled in my hands.

two pieces. 

now i have to buy a new straightener.

i am not going to school.

relaxation, meet ben & jerry

i went to the gym tonight.

THE gym. 

the gym that i renewed my yearly pass to in january, and went to for the first time tonight.

but i didnt just go to the gym. no no. i participated in an hour-long yoga class. 

i am unbelievably sore. i don't know who said yoga was supposed to be relaxing.

more things that don't get enough hype:

1. people who are flexible.

2. yoga mats

3. yoga pants

4. relaxation music

5. the "relaxation pose"

6. falling asleep during the "relaxation pose"

nothing better than coming home from yoga and settling down with a friendly pint of ben & jerry's ice cream. 

juice for the journey

first half of they day today = routine.

but i realized something.

before going home from school, i made the decision to detour to the nearest juice stop.

and as i was sitting at the table, waiting for my number 7 dream, a girl sat next to me. im gonna guess that she was maybe in her late twenties, and was just so nice. 

she started talking to me. asked me if i was on my lunch break. i told her i had just gotten out of my class. and she started asking me questions about school and work and what i plan on doing after school. i asked the same questions in return. and i really did care about what she was saying.

the most amazing thing to me was that she already had her smoothie. she was not waiting like i was. i will probably never see this girl again, she doesnt need to know all these things about me, and she most certainly did not have to sit there next to me and make conversation.

BUT SHE WANTED TO.

she just wanted to be friendly and meet me and talk to me. she made me want to hear her story and what she was going to school for and what she was going to do with her life. and she made my day.

i feel like this is the way things should always be. 

who says standing in line at the grocery store or bank or waiting for your food or coffee or smoothie should be awkward and uncomfortable? definitely not the girl that i met today.

people are always in such a hurry these days. no time to stop and talk to a stranger. mind you, im not suggesting that we all go out and give our personal information to a stranger, but what ever happened to taking a second to stop and be friendly?

i realized that there are not enough nice people like this anymore. 

p.s. what happened to BOP-ITs? 

i think they have fallen off the face of the earth almost completely. im in search of one. if anyone could point me in the right direction, i'd appreciate it tremendously.

baby's first blog

peanut butter cookies don't get enough hype.

they're great.

yesterday was the greatest day. i made a new friend. actually two new friends. we got dinner and laughed a whole lot. funny friends don't get enough hype either. 

I'm new to the blogger's wonderland, and I'm definitely not "the funny kid (TFK)," but I'm putting my best foot forward - an expression i never quite understood. i like to think one foot is equally as great as the other, but i guess my tattood foot is way cooler.

my new friend not only convinced me to start a blog, but decided that she knows who i am supposed to be together forever with.

she also decided that this means i have to get a new tattoo.