Slow Motion

"Dear God,

You are officially classy. Catch me when I jump.

Thanks.

Love, Krista"

My dear dear friend Krista has a prayer at the end of every one of her blogs. This is her most recent. It made me smile, and I love her so much. She just sent in her camp application, one of around 16 first year girls applying for 4 spots. I'm nervous for them, because so many of them are some of the most beautiful, influential, talented girls in my life. So many more than four of them deserve to be on staff this year, there just aren't the spots. I, for one, am glad I'm not doing the hiring. Pray, pray, pray.

I'm wearing my brewer baseball cap today. It giving this dusk, dreary, damp day a feeling of summer nostalgia. Spring Training is, after all, right around the corner. ;]

Today I was in one of the bathrooms in the library, and discovered that all of the metal wastebaskets attached to the paper towel dispensers had a thick layer of duck tape over them, forcing you to throw your paper towels away in the plastic waste basket by the door. Upon discovering this, I tapped the duck tape on each waste basket and discovered they all had different pitches. So, for a few minutes I stood alone in the 2nd floor library bathroom tapping out different rhythms for my own enjoyment.

We shall meet again, 2nd floor bathroom.

Next time I shall inconspicuously sneak in drum sticks.

This could result in awkward confrontations.

I'm really confused right now. I think I'm taking life too seriously at the moment. However, I think life is moving too fast right now. This is a contributing factor to each of my aforementioned problems. Does anybody know how to slow life down? Adding friction. That's how you slow things down. Also, asthma attacks. Broken Limbs. Perhaps lathering peanut butter on the ground? Breaking a tree branch? I will try these things.

... I have no peanut butter.

You just wait life, soon I will be able to come at you with peanut butter and a plastic biodegradable knife. Huzzah! A slower life is just ahead!

I'm sitting downstairs of the CSU as I write this, by the massive fireplace. Since I've started writing, Death Cab and Ingrid Michaelson have been played over the speakers. Right now Ingrid's song "Everybody" is playing. I love this song, and her. She makes me smile.

Rad: This comic. Also, girl's night tonight.

Unrad: Weekends that disappear in the blink of an eye.