space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sweaters and loneliness as i was leaving the building tonight, i actually started to shiver on my way to the car. it was such a strange feeling, but i was enjoying it because i can't wait for it to be officially fall. the hope for sweater weather keeps me going in this heat. i unpacked the rest of my clothes earlier this week, and i have to say it was a little depressing. i looked at all of those cozy sweaters, and i realized that i probably won't be able to wear most of them. some people would say that having a closet full of over-sized clothes is a good problem to have, but it just makes me feel weird and completely out of my element. i think i've changed too much too soon. internal and external. i am confused. i feel opposites at all times. i have really good friends, yet i still feel lonely. . . . i think this guy i work with is lonely, too. i was sneaky tonight, and i looked up his address in the white pages. i'm going to write him a postcard now. i'll drop it in the post tomorrow. the best thing about postcards is that there isn't room for a return address, so i can give someone something and know that they can't feel obligated to give back. 2:33 am - 09.05.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- traffic always making me late my ride to work on thursdays is nothing but one big clusterfuck. i was late today. thank you, city of knoxville. 7:12 pm - 09.04.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- paying for convenience on my way back from class, i walked over to walgreens to pick up a jar of my favorite salsa. i ran out a few days ago, and i was planning on coming home to eat my frozen burrito in style, that is, with a healthy load of salsa dumped on top. anyway, i bought the salsa from walgreens, and i couldn't help but notice the 40 cent mark up on the price compared to what i'm used to paying for it at the grocery store. i was even kind of miffed for a second. i remember when i was a kid grocery shopping with my mom, and she'd say things like, "a dollar-twenty-nine for spaghetti noodles! that's highway robbery!" (notice that i have to type out "dollar-twenty-nine" because not only are the numbers on my keyboard fucked, but the dollar symbol no longer works as well. yeah, i'm a goddamned genius. anywho.. moving on..) so i remember her saying stuff like that, and then i remember thinking she was stupid and petty for getting pissed over thirty cents or whatnot. it's interesting how the way we think skews in all sorts of directions the older we get, and i guess it's something we are all aware of.. ..what i'm trying to ask is should i be upset over 40 cents? i don't know. glass-half-empty? glass-half-full? i do not know. i was able to see mark yesterday for a few hours. we went to eat lunch at the indian restaurant down the street. the last time i ate there, the waiter was making lascivious comments regarding my breasts, so it is needless to say that i had not been there in a long while... but it's indian food, and it's good stuff, and it would be a waste to have it a block away from my apartment and never even visit. we talked about his trip to korea, and i was surprised to hear that the people are not as cute as i had hoped they would be. i don't know why this disappoints me. he says they are not nearly as attractive as the japanese. and yes, he did tell me about many other things, but for some reason, this little tidbit sticks out in my mind. i have some other things to write about, but i need to brush my icky burrito teeth and get out of here. more later. yes? 3:09 pm - 09.04.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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