We know You're among us, in hearts that form a nation

It's been a very strange day for me. Well, no, it hasn't really. But see what I mean? It's strange that I would be compelled to tell you that my day has been strange when it actually has not. No, that's not really strange either.

So, TR classes suck the energy out of my body. I mean, really, it's lucky that I'm able to walk standing upright to my apt. afterwards because of how little they leave me with. Good thing today Duce was conveniently driving next to me so he gave me a ride. The good news is, he's making a Picasso-like sculpture in art, and who doesn't like those?

So I make it home and I'm like, I need so much caffeine. Which isn't entirely a healthy realization, but what do you do? I'm not talking Pepsi-cola caffeine, and no mere cup of coffee I make could truly hold up the quantity I was seeking, so naturally I headed off to Starbucks.

On my way there I encountered many insane drivers, making me question things like, "What is in the water in Westerville?" (Note: alliteration) Also things like, "If these psycho drivers crash into me will I still have to turn in my papers next week?" Well, it is only about a 5 minute drive to Starbucks (I really should have walked to Heavenly Cup instead) but I think I nearly wrecked one time for each minute, the fault not lying in my hands, of course. Trucks swerving, multiple cars pulling out of parking spots parallel to me in Uptown without signaling or waiting for ample room, Camrys running red lights, it was nuts. I found myself getting angrier and angrier with all these drivers. After all these instances, the questioning turns to, "Is my Honda Accord invisible?", and "Is my brain really just hooked up to a vat of goo somewhere meaning my physical body/the external world is not real?"

Yeah, that last one is a kicker. I didn't actually think these things, but I did get angry, and that worried me because I'm usually not an angry road rage type of person.

Well, I made it to Starbucks safely and ordered a Venti (Venti means "Half of Kelly's checking account" in Latin) and met Sarah at the drive-thru. Oh, Sarah. She's sweet, and I haven't seen her lately. I worked with her at Graeter's and suddenly we were talking about school and jobs and she told me she could secure me a Starbucks job. Next thing I know I have my drink in one hand and an application in the other. Hmm, Barnes and Noble, Panera, or Starbucks? (Like it's my choice? If only..) Who knows, but I'm fairly positive I don't have what it takes to be a personable Starbucks gal. One time the girl in the drive-thru talked to me for like ten minutes about my schooling and career goals. I don't think I could do that constantly with each customer, I would become grumpy most likely. Personality fault or something. I love learning about people, but it usually comes better for me through observation and not persistant questioning, etc.

I made it home all right and here I am procrastinating so that I don't have to write my paper due next week. Really, who wants to write that paper? I do not.

My Venti is already gone and my incense has burned down and I think these are signs to start writing. (What? Signs?)

I think I'll clean or something first.