Wednesday

Log 2/7


This Tuesday you would find me:


9a- waking up... doing waking up things.

9:40-leaving for work, driving to the sweet sounds of Katie Todd

10 to 2:30- working

2:30 to 3-blogging (at work :S)

3- leaving work, stop at burger king and get their YUMMY veggie burger


3:20- arriving at school... doing some homework that i have put off.

5- math class

5:30-leaving math eeeeeeeeeeearly

5:35-getting to the parking lot, usual couple minutes of searching for bob (mi carro)

5:50- ummmm.. did somebody steal my car???

5:52-first:panic. then:giggle uncontrollably, unable to stand up straight to search because i'm laughing so hard. getting strange looks from people.

5:55-calling mom "somebody stole my car." (laughing still.) mom: "this is why you don't get dates. people talk. boys say, "thats that crazy girl! she was walking around the parking lot for 20 minutes last week laughing insanely."

6:00-random girl trying to help me find my car

6:03- running to bob, hugging him. parked in the upper parking lot today.. forgot.

6:20-home. changing (because i spilled veggie burger on me earlier)
6:30- leave for a shoe party with bailey.
6:40-bored with the shoes (no $), but loving the hostess' dog. A huge, sweet doberman.
7:30-leave the shoe party, go get some grub at del taco. no, i didn't know that the mucho-grande-whatever its called order of fries was actually a 32 oz cup filled to overflowing with fries. but i did know that i would and could down the entire thing. (pms people give me a break)
8somethin-get to jenna's for the first preseason jazz game!
11-somethin-home, exhausted. (perhaps the gross amount of fast food i've consumed today.)
and...
crash.

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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