Living in the past! 2002-09-19 - 7:36 p.m.
Today was one of those perfect Indian summer days that made me wish I was back at school. It was sunny and gorgeous, yet it was just windy enough at my house to merit hurricane force gales up on campus. Kind of like when you're walking across the quad, hair blowing in your face, turning around ten times in a row when someone yells out "Sara(h)!", just to realize that none of those ten people are calling you...
Wait a minute, who am I kidding, I meant walking from the music building next door to the cafe. I think I only walked across the quad once, freshman year, and that was probably because I wanted to show off the cool new school-spirity lanyard I was wearing around my neck... At last, everyone noticed I was in college. The upperclassmen kept pointing and calling out "Freshman!"
I don't know what is suddenly making me so reminiscent... damn beautiful weather! It seems as if everything good in my life is all in the past, and all I have to look forward to is, well, looking back at the past.
I feel like an old shoe. A really nice old shoe, but one that has been sitting under the bed for so long that it is so covered in dust and cat hair as to be nearly unrecognizable.
Oh well. I took advantage of the nice weather and walked down to the library. I wanted to read more into the topic of depression, and besides, watching the movie "Pleasantville" the other night inspired me to pick up a little D.H. Laurence. It's too bad they didn't have the new Jean M. Auel book. Gotta love caveman porn. ;)
Well that was pretty much my day. Now it's off to my busy evening of doing nothing, and/or waiting for imaginary people to remember I exist. I existed once, you know, in the past.