[saddlehill lane]
>>they can try hard to make me feel that I don't matter at all, but I refuse to falter in what I believe or lose faith in my dreams<< mariah carey's "can't take that away from me"
workie times >>serious now, fun later<<
today started off a little slow in every sense of the word. Bart was delayed and i swear i sat in the tunnel, not moving, for about 15 minutes. Even though i got on the 7:15am train, i didn't get to work until 8:30am *grr*. Work, however, was actually pretty productive. I figured out how to do a bunch of things that had puzzled me throughout the week and pulled together a little project during the last hour of the day. Quite clutch if i must say so myself. The day was finally over and i rode bart home with trissie. Riding public transit is soo much more enjoyable when with friends; otherwise, you exude this "don't look at me" ambience and pretend you and the train operator's voice on the loudspeaker are all that exist.
friday
today's been so busy i forgot to write in my blog, and after the much anticipated friday i spoke of in yesterday's entry, i've only got 10 minutes to revel in the wonders of my friday evening on paper.
There was supposed to be a sleepover here at my house tonight, but crazy disagreement amongst our schedules forced a drastic change in plans. Well, next time for sure.
Tonight was superb. I got home from work and went straight to the gym to spend an hour destressing. Work poses very different pressures. At school you have to perform because you want to get good grades, but at work, if you don't do well, people think you're stupid and you get fired and then you can't buy things you don't need or feed yourself. Working out makes me forget about everything that happened that day, all that matters is me and completing the next rep.
get my roll on
skating was very fun. I didn't get to do very much because there wasn't much daylight left after the gym, but the five minutes i was out on our sidewalk were excellent.
Tomorrow's agenda? Not completely sure, but that in itself is beautiful; for once i don't have to know what i'm going to do.
>>they can try hard to make me feel that I don't matter at all, but I refuse to falter in what I believe or lose faith in my dreams<< mariah carey's "can't take that away from me"
workie times >>serious now, fun later<<
today started off a little slow in every sense of the word. Bart was delayed and i swear i sat in the tunnel, not moving, for about 15 minutes. Even though i got on the 7:15am train, i didn't get to work until 8:30am *grr*. Work, however, was actually pretty productive. I figured out how to do a bunch of things that had puzzled me throughout the week and pulled together a little project during the last hour of the day. Quite clutch if i must say so myself. The day was finally over and i rode bart home with trissie. Riding public transit is soo much more enjoyable when with friends; otherwise, you exude this "don't look at me" ambience and pretend you and the train operator's voice on the loudspeaker are all that exist.
friday
today's been so busy i forgot to write in my blog, and after the much anticipated friday i spoke of in yesterday's entry, i've only got 10 minutes to revel in the wonders of my friday evening on paper.
There was supposed to be a sleepover here at my house tonight, but crazy disagreement amongst our schedules forced a drastic change in plans. Well, next time for sure.
Tonight was superb. I got home from work and went straight to the gym to spend an hour destressing. Work poses very different pressures. At school you have to perform because you want to get good grades, but at work, if you don't do well, people think you're stupid and you get fired and then you can't buy things you don't need or feed yourself. Working out makes me forget about everything that happened that day, all that matters is me and completing the next rep.
get my roll on
skating was very fun. I didn't get to do very much because there wasn't much daylight left after the gym, but the five minutes i was out on our sidewalk were excellent.
Tomorrow's agenda? Not completely sure, but that in itself is beautiful; for once i don't have to know what i'm going to do.
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