neon signs

I have had a different week. These are different times. I'm in a different mood today. It's been a lucky week. I am a lucky person. More on that later, I hope.

I think the different mood tonight might stem from getting called in to work frequently and at extremely bad times and might be caused form getting only a few hours of interrupted sleep at a time, but I'm not complaining. (and wow that was a long sentence!)

I'm not complaining because this is reality and reality is good. Also, because I saw a neon sign for the first time in a long time this week. I will not talk about the last time, but it was a good time. I hope that this time like the others does not disappoint and falls into place like usual.

The timing is both eerily important and amazingly appreciated.

Schoolwork is winding down and my anxiety is winding up...in a good way I assure you.

Endings are just as exciting as beginnings and this applies to many different levels. There was a lot gained and very little lost. You can't really go wrong in that situation.

This week:

* I wrote a special letter for the first time in my life

* I encountered an evil sales associate who thought I was forty

* I cooked some awesome dinners compliments of Earth Fare

* I read a really good book that made me cry three times

* The scene from Grey's Anatomy with the old guy who tried to do chest compressions on his wife because he couldn't let her go was nicely done and also made me cry

* I did, however, smile a lot

* I finally got to listen to some of that free music...thanks.

* I think I finally figured you out

* I saved a life, or two or three

* I realized it's time to move on (this has nothing to do with relationships)

* I won a free 30-minute massage which I am saving for after graduation

Oh yeah, I also wrote something for you. I don't feel like rhyming tonight and I don't feel that it is necessary. I also only feel like posting a portion of it tonight. There is no need for the full version at this time. Enjoy!

Cutting through the corners and missing the mark
The point of completeness to not miss a thing
Thoroughly, I rushed through all of the goodness
To end up slowly wading through the worst

Misleading myself into building lost dreams
The hurt of hurriedness to find the wrong things
Falsely, I followed what I thought I wanted
To end up falling away from myself