looking at classes for next semester makes me nervous, like for some reason i was just thinking i wouldn't have to do this again. but i won't pretend like taking workout classes to fill up space won't be fun. except spanish so early in the morning will turn me into a zombie. a zombie that knows a lot about subjunctives, hopefully. today i picked up the phone to call somebody and had to fight speaking to them in spanish instead of english. it was a weird feeling. my brain is being trained to accept this.

violins and stacatto. little sleep. passing credit union tests with a 97%. not getting yelled at. hurt. smile. headphones. bus driver leaving a girl running. sunshine through the windows at work. prayer journals. patrick watson. vacation planning and fund saving. grilled cheese. thinking too much. weekdays are all over the place.