What is my affect on this world?
It never ceases to amaze me people’s capability for such severe inconsideration.
Case in point:
Parking at NWACC is incredibly difficult. I’ve grown accustomed to circling the same three lots in hopes that someone will be leaving at the exact moment I roll by. Today, this gal sauntered to her car right as I was about to pass, I back up, and wait. She proceeds to lollygag putting her bookbag in opposite side of her car then walking slowly back around to put something ELSE on the driver’s side away. By the time she’s finally in the driver’s seat with the door closed, four other cars have pulled up behind me, and yet she sits. In the time that it takes her to turn on her car, two other people have gotten in their cars: one of which can’t leave because he’s blocked by me. I pull into a spot that a different girl vacated all the while giving the lazy ass excuse of a person the stink eye on my way to class.
You aren’t the only one on this planet, Lady! Have some fucking consideration for those around you. Shit!
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Taking a minute to muse on the idea of multiple possible pasts that lend to multiple possible futures. Of the tiny bit of past that has happened, was perceived, or acted upon there remains an even larger possibility of histories that continue to expand even as I sit here typing this sentence while simultaneously being unable to reach the multiple futures that expand from the possibilities of my present moment. Phew! That’s exhausting…
Are you picking up what I’m putting down?!
Maybe it’s best to just stick with the tangible past/present for now.
Totally smitten…
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Looking forward to Beeb’s and Jenny’s engagement photo session.
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So much for trying to save as much money as I can. August is looking to be a savings-suck of a month.
If any of you Rockers are looking for an amazing read… please please PLEASE do yourself a favor and buy and/or check out Reif Larsen’s The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet.
I’m not very far into the book, but it doesn’t take much to adore this entire family mixed of ranchers and scientists.
I love our baby Remy!!
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"Love drains from you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowing losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop."
by Lorrie Moore