knocked sideways

it's so strange. there are a lot of songs for it.

i'm actually to the point where i dont' care about the distractions, about being knocked sideways and not really knowing what hit me. actually, i've moved beyond that point. now i don't mind it, and won't deny it, but i want to keep going, keep growing, keep moving forward and not sitting here thinking about it and talking about it.

i want so much to change and so much to stay the same. i want it to come, and i want it to stay away for a while so i can do more of the same thinking that is driving me crazy and taking me in circles.

it's all assumption too. that is the most frustrating thing.

Counting

I was thinking about the fact that my old roommate comes to see me and how I'm never here when she stops by. That fact makes me very sad. I want to be in my room for longer than an hour at a time.

I had four meetings today.

Three classes.

Two meals.

One post.