“my life is real good”
-nacho libre (on not being a luchadore, but rather a priest wannabe cook)
maybe i’m toeing the line of sounding like a complete manic (ie. extreme highs extreme lows), but i think this is normative behavior for pacific northwesterners who live in such a ‘moody’ climate… i’ve been going on and on and on about injured legs and non marathons and watches that don’t tell time and about bookstore avoidance… yet today here i am typing out that sweet quote from one of the most funny, and boring, and quotable jack black movies ever- here i am in total agreement.
fiest is floating soothingly in the background of this coffee shop, i like her unique voice, and i also like the way this peppermint tea feels in my stomach (extremely hot water with a few peices of ice on the top) i like the sun, even when it’s cold outside… i like the way it shades and brightens all the leaves, and i like the maple trees and how they are everywhere and how they hang over the street and how the random yellow leaves are gently floating and whirling down to the pavement where i bike over them.
i like riding my bike. i like running better. but i like how non injured and nerdy biking makes me feel… jeans rolled up on my right leg-(the non injured one), with orange, brown, and teal striped socks showing underneath. it’s so ridiculously nerdy, that it’s almost cool. almost. but anyway, that’s how i roll… on my bike.
i like the way i am done with a lot of my homework for today, and how i don’t feel that stressed (today- ha) because even though i’m taking really hard classes, i’m learning and using the part of my brain that doesn’t like to have to be challenged with numbers and complex biological interactions. i like how sometimes anatomy and physiology clicks the same way that writing about random things does. i hope anatomy and physiology keep clicking. i wish statistics would click, but i can even say that i LIKE that i’m 56% done with the class. this makes me smile almost as much as it does when i think about how i like, nay, love my friends. and even though they live so far away, and i don’t see them very often and i miss them, i like that we get to talk all the time and even though they are 300 or 3000 miles away, we are there for each other… all pixely on the screen or all cell phoney.
okay, i think this wraps it up for my cheesy ‘i like it’ talk. my stomach is telling me to eat something so i’m going to roll up my right pant leg that exposes the mulit-colored striped sock underneath and ride to some buy grape komucha tea and soup- which by the way, i like very much.
the end.
