soundtrack: library chatter
isn't it funny how things happen? this is what i was telling T as we were walking to my car friday afternoon. after class ended at 4. i ran to the library to find a paper for the paper than i have to write for tomorrow. i found one online and i tried to print, but my red ID, with my account that i locked when i lost it and i though would be activated when i got a new one, wasn't activated. it just so happened that one of my friends was there and i used her card. i used the bathroom and walked out exhausted; it was finally the end of this horrible week. somebody called my name and it was T rounding the corner, coming from class. 'isn't it funny how things happen?' i told him. his little antics, his words, his presence, just made my day.
i used to have this really bad tendency to fall flat on my face for the sole reason that i was a clusmy person. or so i thought. yeterday was the first time in a long time that i fell flat on my face because i was clumsy; i wasn't looking where i was walking and i tripped on the carpet. oh, don't forget to mention the fact that this ALWAYS happens in public. this time it was at church. people were asking me if i was ok, with amused looks on their faces while i tried to play it off and looked around, hoping that my mom didn't see me ('why you just go falling about like that,' she would say.). my arms and left side of my body are a bit bruised and sore. there is still reason for me to fear my own legs.
i'm feel dirty and sticky. i'm at umbc, trying to get some studying done (and look where i am right now?) before my study group gets here. i hate my car; no ac. and it was especially hot today (thus the dirty and sticky). i'm really, really starting to hate driving alot now. i need to find a place up here somewhere. i know. i'm complaining. but i'm tired, sticky and sore. so blah.
peace.
isn't it funny how things happen? this is what i was telling T as we were walking to my car friday afternoon. after class ended at 4. i ran to the library to find a paper for the paper than i have to write for tomorrow. i found one online and i tried to print, but my red ID, with my account that i locked when i lost it and i though would be activated when i got a new one, wasn't activated. it just so happened that one of my friends was there and i used her card. i used the bathroom and walked out exhausted; it was finally the end of this horrible week. somebody called my name and it was T rounding the corner, coming from class. 'isn't it funny how things happen?' i told him. his little antics, his words, his presence, just made my day.
i used to have this really bad tendency to fall flat on my face for the sole reason that i was a clusmy person. or so i thought. yeterday was the first time in a long time that i fell flat on my face because i was clumsy; i wasn't looking where i was walking and i tripped on the carpet. oh, don't forget to mention the fact that this ALWAYS happens in public. this time it was at church. people were asking me if i was ok, with amused looks on their faces while i tried to play it off and looked around, hoping that my mom didn't see me ('why you just go falling about like that,' she would say.). my arms and left side of my body are a bit bruised and sore. there is still reason for me to fear my own legs.
i'm feel dirty and sticky. i'm at umbc, trying to get some studying done (and look where i am right now?) before my study group gets here. i hate my car; no ac. and it was especially hot today (thus the dirty and sticky). i'm really, really starting to hate driving alot now. i need to find a place up here somewhere. i know. i'm complaining. but i'm tired, sticky and sore. so blah.
peace.
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