this is where we look for things
2.7.01 - 12:23:50
yeah. so it's wednesdays. if you read the title of today's post, you know that wednesdays suck, and therefore, today sucks. oh, and it does. nothing specific, really. the suckiness is just inherent.
last week in spanish one of our vocab words was los ingresos - earnings. she's like, what else does ingresos mean? we all stare at her blankly. come on, what does it mean? dude, we don't know. inGREsos....OHH!!!! no, wait, we still don't know just because you stressed the middle syllable extra hard. so finally she's like, it's cufflink! oh, well, stupid us! are we supposed to know that? i think i said, oh, of course, out loud. i do that sometimes.
you know what's a good pink floyd song? comfortably numb. your lips move, but i can't hear what you're saying. yeah, i feel that. so i associate hey you with melissa's dad because that's the mp3 he listens to all the time. but now i also associate comfortably numb with melissa's dad because for the longest time i couldn't remember which one he listened to. and by the time i asked melissa and cleared it up, i was thinking about dr. jose whenever either song came on. i'm sure you feel more complete knowing that piece of information.
sometimes there are people who, rather than saying anything that might hurt your feelings, will just completely ignore you during their bad moods. they may even say, i am not going to speak to you because i am in a horrid mood and nothing nice is coming out of my mouth. they may say it over and over again. what is it about us that wants to make people talk? i'm able to squelch the impulse most of the time because i know exactly how that feels, to not want to talk when i'm in a bad mood, but sometimes it really does get hard. i don't really get it, though. even when you're sitting there and you know for sure that there's really nothing at all you can do to help, you still want to believe that maybe there is. but sometimes there just isn't. and you have to let people heal by themselves. even if it hurts you some.
your lips move, but i can't hear what you're saying.
i got up at like, 6:30 this morning. i'm sleepy. and class from 2-5. ugh. i just want to go home and wrap myself in a blanket and sleep. i'll pencil that in for 5:30.
