did lots of laundry today. cleaned my flat. stayed in the clothes i slept in. my hair still smells like smoke from the fake south american bar or wherever i was last night.
cleaning and doing laundry today in "my place" made me realize i was sort of on the normal track of 'growing up'. i always hoped i'd be 'here'. 'here' meaning cleaning and doing laundry in my own place. listening to that music i knew i'd be listening to now. eating the left overs from whatever i cooked the day before. perusing the internet for some shit i want to buy but can't afford right now. (today it was books.) you know, all those "normal sunday things" people do. but, i always knew i'd look out the window the same way i always have. and i did.
that was kind of today. it's funny.
today is also two months. it made me sad. because i thought the 'one month thing' was a week ago. it's going fast. it's weird. i don't like the feeling it gave me.
but i'm content with where i am. mentally.
slowly but surely working on getting out of this work/living situation. slowly but surely. i think i'll be able to get my shit together by january. or maybe my shit will be a mess. either way. shit is shit. and it's mine to gather. i just hope i don't find myself sweeping it under a rug.
met a nice girl from england named chloe. she's here until december. then she's going to france to do french study there. and then she starts university at cambridge next fall. she's really sweet. a little bit immature. not like 'omg she's like sooo immature'. but she hasnt lived all too much yet. so its hard to relate. but she's not really supposed to have lived too much yet. right? isnt that how youre supposed to be at 18? i don't know. i'm probably not the person to ask.
this week i really appreciated the english language. i'm really lucky to be a native english speaker. to be able to read all this bull shit people have written in this language. listen to it. whatever. it's nice.
i'm excited though to maybe be able to have the feeling in another language.
hmph...
-tg
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and when she looked over her desk, out the window before her this is what she saw:
hill after rolling hill
the occasional country house
a mountain set as the background
one long road winding it's way between it all
and the same person she sees everyday riding their bike along the road with a basket full of fresh vegetables from the market
and she knew she'd be okay, because she has that whole world to conquer
so she pulled on her gummistiefl and hopped on her illfitting bicycle.
she has fresh vegetables to buy and something to discover behind that mountain.
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