Forget.

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things that stuck out today

I saw this armless woman today. I was too shy to actually talk to her, but I was kind of a creepo, because I watched her for a good seven minutes; I was really curious to see how she did things. One of her friends helped her by carrying her backpack, and then putting it on the floor. I thought that was pretty stupid, because she wouldn't be able to reach it, but then I realized she had no arms. So I stared at the backpack for a little while, and watched as she opened her backpack, got out a notebook and pen, closed her backpack, opened the notebook, and began to take notes. It took me a minute to realize that she was able to do all of these things with her feet.

On a slightly lighter note, I had lunch with my dad and some of his more scholarly acquaintances today, too. They were talking about religion and genetics, or something like that. Once again, I partook in people-watching, instead of actually participating in the conversation. The conversation made me wish that I was a man so that I could stroke my facial hair thoughtfully every time someone made an interesting point.

In other news, pickaxes are not just for gnomes. On the drive home today, I saw a construction worker take one out of his truck, hack at the road a bit, and then put it back.

really, i promise

so i am a teacher's aide at our local elementary's summer school. i work with the junior high students, which means most of these kids are roughly my size and already too cool for me. occasionally they opt to ask me questions about my life instead of learning how to multiply negative numbers, and today, just that happened. i was sitting at the table when one boy asked me what high school i graduated from, so i tried to explain imsa to them. for some reason, these kids didn't understand the concept of boarding school (i mean, they are in summer school for a reason, but helloooooo? harry potter anyone?) so i had to explain to them. after about a minute, i thought i had done a pretty good job of getting the message across that boarding school was vaguely like a big sleepover. i sat back, satisfied with a job well done. but then little jacob nicol looks up and asks me dubiously, "but what do you DO all day LONG?!"

oh, imsa. you have made me lame even in the eyes of redneck 12-year-olds.

This is why I don't like "The Notebook."

So my sister and I got into a bit of a debate yesterday over lunch when we were discussing "true love."
Basically, she believes that there's "a one" for everyone, and once you find that "one," you're done, and that's true love.
I think that love is totally based on circumstance and chance -- what's going on in your life, in other people's lives, the world, where you live, what color your hair is, how old you are, what supermarket you shop at, etc.
I suppose that I would say "true" love is what happens when two people are able to make things work, despite how they and their lives change over time.

Unsurprisingly,
I'm not a terribly romantic person.

When reality hits

I was doing some laundry today, the 2nd day being gone from IMSA, and of course that means I had to use my laundry bag to get the clothes from the dryer -- to the couch. Anyways, I'm sitting there watching some crappy TV show that my Mom has on, and when I'm all done folding my clothes, I decide to put them back in the bag. Half way through packing away my clothes I just froze and became confused. I asked my Mom, what am I doing? She nonchalantly responds, "I was going to ask the same thing." Why the fuck was I packing up my clothes I ask myself. Oh, because it has been 2 days since IMSA and that means the weekend has ended and I'm going back. No... because I graduated. It finally hit me, I'm gone from IMSA and now all my habits have to change. Thank god I won't be in this house most of the summer, or I might actually have to confront that change.