It's me being kind of annoyed.

See, generally words and I get along.  I pick up a pen, or open a document, and words come, and it's wonderful.  Especially since that is generally how I work on processing things and begin tying up all the loose ends that otherwise just come unraveled in my mind.

Unfortunately, for some reason, tonight that approach is not working.  It's not as if I have suddenly forgotten how to write, or can't think of anything to write about.  It's more that I went to write a poem, and there were pieces floating around in my head comparable to what is usually drifting around in there when I work on a poem and it just isn't working.

Gak.

Anyway, that is pretty much it.

*begins hyperanalyzing this problem*

Maybe...

Maybe the issue is that, if anything, I have way more drifting around in my head than I typically do when I start on something, and maybe all of the pieces are bouncing off each other too much to cohere well.   

Or maybe I should go to sleep.  

I wasn't really expecting to enjoy working on grounds, but I do.  Well, most of the time.

There is a lot of random stuff.  Here are some examples.

Today when I got to work, the guys had stuck the groundhog they ran over yesterday inside a tire, so it was just hanging out there.  I thought it was asleep at first.

They throw tennis balls at each other.

We do what feels like pulling weeds out of concrete.  We could use a little rain.  

I got to try sassafras today.  Alison:  "Were you smelling LEAVES when we drove up?"  Yes.  Yes I was. 

Working on grounds makes for great dinner conversation.  Last night at dinner Cassandra, Joanna and I were discussing different types of weeds and why some are especially irritating.  Adrian, sounding rather forlorn, inserted, "I don't have any special weed to talk about!"

Good thing tomorrow is Friday.  :)

First of all, God is good.  I got to all of my classes and didn't especially feel like dying, which was more than I expected, since my lungs decided last night that they were made of baklava.  Fiona was reminded of Amazing Grace and how Wilberforce's lungs like to pretend they're sponges.  Thanks.    

Second, and continuing on that note, medicine is currently my friend, as is our on-campus nurse (who pretty much assured me that my lungs had, in fact, remained lungs... good to know).  Especially sudafed and tylenol and robitussin and afrin.  And I also think it's disgusting that I have that much meds going into my system, but there it is.

Third, I got two really cool emails today.  One was from my friend Rachel, and one was from my aunt Linda, because I needed her help with a project for anthro.  The internet makes it pretty easy to get in touch with people, and I think it's awesome.

Fourth, how on earth did I manage to give myself my worst injury yet with one of my knives... and not the blade?  How lame is that?  Granted, it's still falling in the abrasion category...I somehow caught the back of my hand on the clip of the knife in my pocket.  Ridiculous.

Fifth, my Quest team last week was awesome, and it's strange not to be spending my entire day with them now.

Sixth, it's great to have everyone back at college.  I realized this when I walked into the library today and said to Caitlyn, "Hey, are you having lunch with us?"  It's become very natural to see a lot of people on pretty much a daily basis, and it's going to be hard to get out of that.

Seventh, it is hard to switch speech patterns.  My mind and tongue are not inclined to switch back into more standard university speech after having slid into the casual mannerisms that fit better with where we were serving... patterns that I was pretty used to hearing all my life anyway.  Sigh.

Eighth, I like a lot of Vienna Teng's music.  Especially Lullaby for a Stormy Night and The Tower and Anna Rose and Eric's Song.  Although using Pandora has definitely shown up the fact that I like a lot of similar sorts of traits in music... maybe not as eclectic as I'd like to think... though I don't even know why I should consider being eclectic a good thing...

Ninth, warmer weather = happy.

Tenth, I really enjoyed having my break bookended by sleepovers.  I had a good time with both Janie and Rachel; having off classes and having more time to get to know some of the amazing people around me was cool!