Ahh.. On my last posting someone commented, if I quote right, "when are you going to update your xanga?  I need something to read at work"....  Because this person is such a good friend, I find it my duty to get back onto this thing ;)

The last few weeks have gone by so fast - so many memories that will stick with me for a LONG time.  I was planning to post a long entry about it all, but I've brought myself to reality and have decided that if you want to know, ask.

Today something hit me.  I sat down for the first time in the last few days and just let myself breathe and all of a sudden I just stopped.  I began to contemplate all of the things that will be happening this upcoming semester - the tests, the projects, my portfolio, COMP exam... I felt as if I was putting my foot into the shallow water of a large sea.  I know that as soon as I allow myself to step into the water, the land that I currently lie on will disappear before my eyes.

I need to find a blowhole, and I need to find one soon.  One more week, and I will be wading into that endless sea - I hear it takes an entire year to cross.

Its always fun to see friends from the past.  There is just something about introducing your old friends to newer ones... You get to see the changes you have made through time.  As an old saying goes... "The best mirror is an old friend."   Or something like that..

Someone once told me that each friend you have reflects one single part of your own unique personality.  However your friend is defined, you may also be defined as, but not entirely.  Just a small part of your personality is reflected by a single other person. 

Saw this a little while back.  It rang true to my heart and I wanted to share it...

" A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
- Arabian Proverb

Something tells me this week is going to be full of fun, wacky bouts of relaxation, and tiny surprises :)  Can't wait!

Today I had the pleasure to experience what has led me to propose a new bumper sticker-

*I'VE BEEN PINCHED IN DELAWARE* 

I know what you're thinking... And no, that is not what happened. 

Spent the day at the beach, along with a bunch of angry misfit crabs - got myself pinched a few times out there in the water (not little pinches, mind you, but pinches where I had to shake my foot to get the little guys off of me) - truly an experience you dont get most places.  One friend called the experience "Attack of the Crabs" - Perhaps its the works for a new movie.. Hmm

Had a great time otherwise!  Played in ten foot waves, no joke.  Became a red hot momma :) which will only last a week or two :( 

Just might need to do it all again.

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Why did I enroll in a counseling course?  Now that I have learned how to 'listen' to people, I have the same darn conversations twenty hundred times a day.  People can only have so many feelings at a certain point... Let it out in two sentences please :) 

I made an amazing discovery a while back, and yesterday, it was confirmed, so here comes publication... Single women who live alone are additced to cats.  Almost every single woman I have met owns a cat, unless the person is smart, then they have a dog.  But really, most have cats.  Why?  They feel protected.  Yep... thats right.  These single women for some bizzare and twisted reason, feel strangers will not break into their homes if they have a cat, or if they do, the cat will somehow jump and claw the intruders in the face.  Hmm... Guess what?  Cats aren't exactly that talented!  And guess what else?  These little cats of theirs are just creating more trouble.  Any smart pervert would walk around town and look for cats sitting in windowsills and target those places - such a large percentage must be single women living alone.  Its time to get some dogs. 

DJ agrees with me.  The older he gets, the more aggressive he becomes when strangers walk by.  Came home last night, or well really this morning, and found one of my blinds torn apart - good ol dog - he takes care of me. 

Well, its finally Wednesday!  No classes and I'm spending the day parked in my living room pretending that I own the world - I don't have a single obligation to fulfill :)  At least not for the next couple of hours. 

Aced yesterday's presentation - WHEE!  That was a whoppin 55% of my course grade, and didn't really have a clue as to what was expected.  Major relief on my part.

Lost my mind somewhere in the last few days.  My short-term memory has disappeared along with it.  Tsk.... So don't expect much from me this week :)

Know what irritates me at the moment?  When people insist that the past is far gone and it is time to move foward.  These people need to keep quiet sometimes.  The last several days I have put some serious time into thinking about my past, and guess what?  I am going to do it again and again, and then again.  In some weird way, there are moments and times I wish to revisit.  Not that I will try to change my past and make everything all better, but that I want to experience those same marks of excitement and thrill and contentment that I once experienced before, and for the very same reasons I had them in the first place. 

Know what else?  I realize I dont have a clue as to what I am saying right now...

Will be back ;)