two weeks left of school. it seems this semester has gone by so quickly, and that i dont have much to show for it. each semester i tell myself that i will work harder in school, and each successive semester, i can get by doing less and less. this does not bode well. i find it so very hard to break the cycle that school seems to impress upon me. i am working towards being more disciplined. while it is slow, it is reaping some major rewards.
something that made me very sad happened the other day.
i was driving home late at night through the country - driving where there are no street lights is one of those simple pleasures in life that make me just sit in my car and smile. i was going the speedlimit, but appearantly that wasnt fast enough for the guy behind me. so he signals to pass me, i edge onto the shoulder and coast as he gets into the left lane. out of no where, a monster of a rabbit dashes out onto the highway. i brake. he clears my car. and i stare fixated at him, silently willing him to run faster, or to stop, or to have some close encounter, but come out unscathed. *thump thump*. i literally started to scream. not some 'oh my gosh my life is over scream' and not even an 'oh no! my heart, it breaks.' scream. honestly it was more this utter disbelief that id just witnessed that. im not distressed now, but at the time my spirit was dampened. because in those few seconds of joint endeavor between rabbit and myself to get him safely across the street had failed. as i drove on, i imagined that instead, yes, he had been hit, but somehow it had only stunned him, and he was able to hop back off into some of the nature preserve from whence he came. i hate seeing roadkill. it really does make me sad. i wish there were a way to prevent it, but i know its rather inevitable.
i have lots of sketches and new things in the making. i have difficulty sitting down to finish things though, as per usual. one day i hope to have the inclination to make myself draw or something of the like every day, but for now, i content myself with reading. as of late, lots of how-to books, which the handiman inside of me just eats up. ive also had some very good times sitting in the many hole-in-the-wall resturaunts that denton has to offer. its when we get to know the people that run the place, and they will sit down and eat with us when they see us enter.
a favorite thing of mine is watching someones face as it turns from a blank stare to laughing recognition when they realize all ive done is straighten my hair.
Listening to: "over my head" - powderfinger