Weekly Blog #13: The sun came out today. . .

and I don't just mean outside.

This week has been has been the dreariest I've had in a while. It's been foggy and damp, and I've been cranky and out of character. I sliced open the stomach and large intestines and removed the kidney and heart of a fjarking cat in Human Anatomy for goodness sake! Finally back in my old state of mind, I can hardly believe that--how desensitized I was. I'm mostly glad to be back but sort of curious about what else I could have made myself do. Regardless, here's how the return to normalcy happened:

I was walking home from school, coatless and as close to blissfully as a person like me can get lost in my thoughts, when I came to an abrupt stop. For a worm. He was struggling with all his earthy, little mite to inch across a soggy receipt someone had dropped, but the poor dear couldn't get any traction on that smooth piece of paper.

Now, I don't really like worms. I mean, they don't do anything wrong, and goodness knows I thank them for the soil that makes these bad boys possible (come on, tell me that's not one of the coolest flowers you've ever seen), but I'd much rather they remain in that soil. So, knowing that, a person can, hopefully, understand what a big deal it was that I actually reached down to help this little guy back into the grass.

However, the bigger deal in this story was what I noticed while I held that creature in the palm of my hand--the date on the receipt. March 10, 2010. "Oh, that's weird," I thought to myself, wondering why a receipt had been printed with a date that hadn't happened yet.

I think you can all guess what happened next. A jaw, a cell phone, and a worm were all dropped as I realized today's date, the eleventh of March. This day, which, up until that moment, had been little more than warm and long, had suddenly exposed its true colors. Written with double digits, this day is so close to final exams, so close to spring break, so close to graduation, so close to summer, and so close to college.

That's right. This post was actually making its way to college all along. Didn't think I could handle talking about that, didja? Yeah, well. . .I'm still not sure that I can.

Anyway, I was just wondering what you guys were feeling about that. I guess I've just been assuming that everyone is excited about it, and maybe that's true. I know I'm anxious for it, but, as I hope I made obvious in this post (and as you probably could have figured out just from knowing me), the faster it approaches, the longer my lists get and the quicker my heart beats.

It's especially butterflies-in-stomach inducing (more like hornets) when nearly everyone around me already seems to know where they're going. And I guess you could say that's partially where my inspiration for the poem we wrote earlier this week came from (which, for some reason, posted above this post). I feel like there's a lot of things I still need to figure out not just about school next year (although I'd say that's the biggest concern in my life right now) but also about myself in general. That last sentence sounds a lot like something those "deep and cultured", attention-seeking types that I don't care for much would say, but. . .it's just the truth.

Sorry if this is a "senior only" blog post. Juniors can still comment, obviously (not that people really comment on my posts anyway), but if any of you turn out to be one of those juniors whom I've already heard complaining about people asking them where they're going to school. . .I will have but two words for you: NO SYMPATHY

Even with the slight possibility that I was doing the same thing this time last year. . .