"I feel I must interject here,"

Agh, it's fall. Cold fall. Not boring, "official fall" but still green fall. It's cold, windy, colorful, gray fall. And it's sort of wonderful.
I often feel badly that I do not memorize things. I want to know my favorite poem, I want to keep by heart a passage from Shakespeare, I want to do that. I will.
I want to start re-reading what I have read. Instead of making a To Read list, why, I suppose I'll make a Have Read Part Two list. I want to understand them know as I did not when in my past. Why I feel like I could understand it now? I do not know, but I feel as though I could. Which may or may not mean I can. I could very well end up dissappointed, but somehow, I feel like if I really try, I won't. So it has to come naturally forced.
Time.
I am also glad to be back here in the blogosphere.
It's an old home.
I've also had a good weekend. Mostly spent with you and Memaw, but very well. I did something I thought I would never do.
I enjoyed MCL Cafeteria.
I see these people and their experiences and wonder if they mean something to me. If wondering that they mean something, if that makes them mean something. Sad that, when I lay in bed, late at night, I wonder mostly about people I've yet to know. Or never know. Sometimes it's better that way.
No one is ever just friends. "Just" applies that there are no attatchments, I feel like. "Oh, it's just that." Just. No, no, no just's here. Plenty of tied heartstrings.
The Cyclops (a kitten with one eye) is that the vet's office. Crossing my fingers.
For what, just good luck, I suppose.
I know the feeling of things dissappearing. It's very weird. Like you can swear it was there, but it isn't. Either there are different versions or recent renovations, I prefer the vision that was in my mind.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. It's the best.
I have charges at the library again. But no CD's, so it'll be a lot less money! And let's see, well, I think I'll always forget the due dates of my library books. Memaw wonders how I am so careless, I smile at my consistency to forget. It's kind of plesant in a way.
I can barely see and have not been checking for seplling mistakles, typos, or grammar errors. Do pardon.
I'm listening to Last.Fm for the first time in a long time. I always put in the same artist to play related aritsts. Ha.
You having texting? That's going to be so weird. Be prepared to be forever bothered by me.
I have tha same exact feeling that I did blogging here the night of Thanksgiving, getting ready to go shopping with my Mom, around ten or so. Weird. Kind of anxious. I think I will go drop off my library books in just a bit.
Got my grades and I'm at a point where I could go for the worse or for the better nad it's good to feel confident in knowing that I can make myself go for the better, now.
And there's motivation.
Good times ahead, I think?
Winter has the opposite affect on me in regards to seasonal depression, I think.
It makes me happy.

By the corner of 16th and Deleware being your place of employment, are you implying that you are a prostitue? Ahaha...


"Cheer up, won't you?" the Ticketmaster asked after a long, awkward pause. The Ragpicker sat back a little and sighed, looking at the Ticketmaster reather curiously. The Ticketmaster, always having something up her sleeve, or being thought to, simply smiled, then grabbed the Ragpicker's dirty but comforting hand and lead her to a place that the Ticketmaster was once known for complaining about: The Abbey Coffeehouse. "Let's get you something to drink," said the Ticketmaster, leacving the Ragpicker in the serene entrance of the Abbey. Minutes later, a frazzled Ticketmaster came back with hot apple cider. "Sorry that took so long, the service is still as if I were here." Then the Ticketmaster leaned in again, only this time to...

Ahahaha, two points.

Well, I'm off to actually be a person now.
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Bye!