Friday, March 31, 2006


Ok, something happened between this morning, when I wrote the previous post, and 1:30, when I went to my poetry class. Not quite sure what it was, but it made my day like fifty times better. I was sitting in the kitchen, eating freshly made corn muffins with my roommate, watching Days of Our Lives, when something flew by our (2nd story) window. It just barely caught my eye, but I wondered, and went over to get a better look at the outside world.

There were four guys out there, in tshirts, playing catch with a football. I stood there watching them for maybe twenty minutes. They seemed so happy and carefree, running around outside and having fun. When I went outside to my poetry class, it was like breathing in, I don't know. Like, Sprite, or pure oxygen, or a ferris wheel or something.

Poetry class was excellent, as we were discussing Ozymandias by Shelley. This guy in my class grows more like a friend from home every day, and he was hilarious today. We had a really fun time in class, and I left thinking, it's so nice out today. I should go for a walk.

So I did. I left at 2:30, and just got back at 5:30. I walked all the way around the whole lake, and the walk was just perfect. It was like, "I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing right now, and that's fine with me." I didn't wear a watch, I didn't bring my phone, nor any headphones or anything else to distract me. Just me, my sweatshirt, and my water bottle. For awhile I even took my sweatshirt off and went in my tshirt, because it was that nice out.

I have no idea how my mood changed from so depressed and annoyed and worried to so happy, so lighthearted so fast. All I know is, I like the change. I even found myself singing "What a Difference a Day Makes" out loud as I got ready to go for my walk. Twas an excellent day.


Anonymous said...

Well, someone is praying every day that you will have a good day, and live right, and be happy, and be rewarded for righteous actions. After all.

Anonymous said...

i completely understand that phenomenon.
except mine started the opposite way. i started the day with a healthy breakfast and got on my bike and was enjoying the ride from home to the u of a, when a car hit me. and then the day that was supposed to be great, was crap. and my nice jeans were torn, and my trust in traffic is exhausted.