Sat, Jul. 31
... Cauliflour, sweet and sour, half an hour
Oh, the power of suggestion. I remain convinced that we can decide to feel almost anything, whether it's a conscious or subconscious decision, and that, given enough time and impetus, we can change our emotions. People in general, that is.
I think... I think I want to know what's going on. I keep checking my email obsessively, waiting for that one email that's going to determine the course of my life for the next while. And, of course, the more I look fore it, the less likely it is to come. Or the longer it'll take to come. At least, that's the theory, isn't it?
At this point, I almost--almost--don't care what the email says; I just want to get it and know one way or the other. Don't we all?
The weekend. Estimated timeline. And it's a long weekend, so who knows when it'll be. I could have to wait until Monday or Tuesday. Or maybe even a day or two longer, if things don't go exactly as planned.
I've been waiting a month; surely these last few days can't kill me.
But seriously, it's 3 weeks away. That's not a lot of time, and I wish I knew right now what those 3 weeks are going to hold for me. 3 weeks! Time flies!
Wow. That also means I'd better get my rear in gear and buy that plane ticket to Toronto, hey? I can't wait forever on that one, or Jen might not be too happy with me! Teehee. No worries... I'll get there, and I'll be there in plenty of time.
One year ago today: We've also been writing letters on construction paper to our friends, making little signs out of glitter glue to mail to people, and filling out registration forms from our VBS for the imaginary children of us/our friends (these children with more problems and unfortunate names than we could ever imagine). How can you tell we work with kids? Everything we mail is covered in stickers, written with markers, and decorated with glitter. How much cooler than that does it get? Not much, I don't think! Except for the fact that I bought a coloring/activity book to write letters on--ripping it apart page by page, and writing letters with markers around the pictures.
infinite || abyss
posted at 4:46 p.m.
