lazy day

Slept hard last night, waking up only twice to the thunderstorms. Didn't open my eyes until 9:30 this morning. I feel rested, at last.

Making lists and writing recipes, listening to music, the news on with the sound off. I can watch the war without the commentary. Though I do find it grim and hilarious in a horrible way that Cheney is being kept in the shadows.

Going to put something new in my cd player in the car tonight. Think I might go hang out at Metro for awhile. I need to study for my anthro test tomorrow, though I haven't started to worry yet.

Karen's crossing more lines, she's starting to inflict her behaviour on Melynda now. I wish I knew what was wrong with her. It's ridiculous, and if it keeps going on something will snap. The cat ran out the door today and I didn't bother to chase her. Later she came back and howled at the door, so she is home.

It is exactly one month now. God, I can't ever remember a month feeling so long before. Perhaps that last month of high school, or the month spent in hospitals. I have never felt this way before, like something intrinsic to the world has suddenly shifted.

the lines in my skin

Went down to Metro to hang around with Melynda and friends. Much enjoyable conversation, smoking and coffee drinking. I went down to the stand to get food for Melynda and I. On my way back, I saw a guy sitting on the street that I first took to be a homeless fellow. I approached him to offer him my burrito, and it turned out he was reading palms. He agreed to read mine in exchange for the burrito.

Told me a lot of strange and accurate things, like my quickness to anger and the ambivalent feelings about my childhood. How I'm getting better with the anger, and how I'm an excellent liar. How I have a wide vision and limited means to express it. How I know exactly who I am, and at the same time I present myself as a myriad number of creatures. How I have a generous heart, and I care only for what my heart tells me.

The oddest parts were more about my future. He claimed to see me involved in acting, which strikes me as bizarre. I find theater and film fascinating, but I don't really see myself in that role.

The other part was about my heart, and about love. He said that I have four weaving marriage lines, loves I feel strongly for and yet later reject. "You feel like you would do anything for them," he said.. That in six months to a year, I will meet someone who will have the greatest impact on my life and the most lasting inspiration.

So I wonder. What to believe in all of it, if perhaps it is some joke on God's part, or all just coincidence. I have never placed true faith in my horoscope, or most such things. I signed up for an email horoscope years ago just to make sure every day I had at least one piece of email.

Rididng home on the bus, watching the Texas sunset in blue and gold. Tbhe odd sense of waiting, as if destiny was real and tangible thing.