falling short.

and i am not just referring to my height. today i had to return my last two library books...unfinished. sometimes life just gets in the way of my desire to cozy up and read...though i don't regret living outside the comforts of my room and my book. time to go get back in queue for those books.

futurama.

staying stagnant is quite possibly the worst thing that could ever happen to me (you). so in order to keep tricking myself into a life moving forward, i registered for the gre (zoinks) and ordered tons of gre material. also on this night of being proactive, i pre-ordered my copy of mockingjay. sosososo excited...for mockingjay....not the gre. grad school and teen literature here i come.

appetite.

lately the only photos that seem to be documenting my life on facebook involve me with food. see:

seriously. like in the past 2 weeks. it has just been me with food. is this really the case? am i really with food ALL THE TIME? houston, i think we (i) have a problem.

it's what is on the inside that counts.

#1:

i take a seat on the bus next to a young gentleman around my age. he then plugs his earphones in their proper places and turns up his music, as i pull out my book to read. he turns up his volume to tune out the commotion around us. i recognize the song as a track off of arcade fire's newly released album. it took all of my might to not lean over and say, "great album, isn't it?" i even found myself too distracted to read my book, because i was coming up with multiple ways to share with him my thoughts on the album: like typing out a note on my notes app, because his music was so loud that there was no way that he was going to be able to hear me. and then i imagined how upset my fellow riders would be if i loudly stated this thought with him. then i arrived at my stop. and off to work i went.

#2:

this evening a customer entered my store. i did a double-take glance. i had seen this gentleman somewhere before. then i realized, i had just seen him on the street just hours before, while i wound my way through the streets of the downtown seattle maze. the only difference between seeing him now and just hours before was that he was wearing a different shirt. i remember this because i remember his shirt saying something odd. i almost told him that i had just seen him and that he was wearing a different shirt, but i soon realized that it would be creepy. 

needless to say, i think these are both examples of how i am getting better at thinking before i speak to strangers, which i think we can all agree that i need to improve. 

*also, have it be noted that i was not attracted to either gentleman, so i was not trying to come onto either one. i would have been very forthcoming if that was the case, but i really just have a problem with talking to strangers. 

50nifty.

that's just the temperature difference between seattle and texas. i'm not bitter about it or anything.*


*yes. yes. i am. i want to return to the land of water and air conditioning and leave this fall weather behind.

hot. hot. hot. hot. heat.

i love having a moment of questioning the weather outside, only to find out that the sound i hear is merely my fan blades chopping through the rush of the cool air conditioner air and not rain falling outside. here's to triple digit heat. air conditioning. pools. and tons of sun block.