I've had a really busy few weeks. Stressful, busy weeks. After Crapital Blues life just sort of took off full speed ahead and jumping back into school, while a blessing in many cases has been a harsh reality check regarding the atrophy of my brain. Though with that being said, I've never been one for formal education and I've had to seriously evaluate my ability to force myself to conform into a system that I'd really rather not be bothered with or felt that comfortable in. It is what will be best for me in the end and I'll have to perpetually remind myself that it is just an means to an end.
... And I am eternally grateful for friends that take me out to remind me every once and a while what a good time is.
Kate will be moving soon to California and while I am incredibly happy for her and I think it will be amazing yadda yadda yadda, it bums me out to no end. It's somewhat irrational how sad this is making me considering we haven't lived in the same city for over 5 years, but knowing she will not be within driving distance and that I will have to factor in a time zone difference makes it feel so much further away. I know I'll go visit, but it just seems so so so far. Thinking about it tonight I just became so overwhelmed that I broke down and began to cry. I know I am being irrational and selfish, but Kate is someone whom I value and admire as a person and a friend very much and I will miss her a great deal. Meh! I miss her already and she isn't even gone!
Julia's grandmother passed away recently and while I had not the pleasure of her company for the past year or so, she was an awesome person whose quick wit and huge heart will certainly be missed. Spending time with her, it was easy to see where Julia gets her grace, unending compassion and spirit. I wish I could have been at her funeral to pay my respects and be with Julia, unfortunately school did not permit.
In other news, I think my time at "The Fox" will be over soon. All of my favorite people are leaving the store and there really isn't any motivation (aside from free coffee of course) to want to stay except my overwhelming sense of duty and work ethic. I just feel bad bailing knowing the mess they are in. Plus I need the money, like woah.
To end on a funnier note: Tonight after getting off the metro and waiting for my bus in downtown DC around 10:30PM or so I was approached by a man who kept screaming at the top of his lungs that I was the person who killed his sister. Aside from scaring the shit out of me, he was also peeing and expelling some shit of his own nearby. The Po showed up soon after and for the most part the commotion died down and by that I mean the crazy left. And as the last strains of "THAT BITCH KILLED MY SISTER!" faded into the night air a herd of Spanish speaking midgets trundled past me. Yes, you read that right, a herd. Only in DC.
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