random life soundtrack.

Last night I left my phone unattended for most of the night. When I returned to it, I had two voicemails... The first, a friend from high school: "Terra I'm at this bar and they are playing the Prince song 'Kiss' and it made me think of you!!!", the second a past romantic interest turned good friend: "Terra, I'm at a Feist show without you...thinking of you, sucker! (half of 'Mushaboom' left on the voicemail)". Both of these songs reminded someone of me. What does that say about me?

shyness manifests itself at exactly the wrong time.

Today for the first 45 minutes of my philosophy of religion class I had this obnoxious little thought/objection bouncing around in my head. Normally I am unafraid to speak up in class, but today was one of those days where everyone felt like they had much (irrelevance!!) to share with the class. And each received a gracious thank you for his insight consisting of dramatic sighs and eye rolls from his peers, and surprisingly biting rebuttals from the professor. So I decided today was the day to keep my mouth shut...and join the eye rollers. Then in the last five minutes of class, our professor brought up a point that had not been made, my point, and expressed disdainfully how he wished someone had mentioned it.
Today was wholly that kind of day.

But I did swallow an earlier remark made to him about something getting too 'girlfriendy', and did it anyway. At least I have that to be proud of.

Attitude check, praise the Lahw-ed!

The subject being Karen Rhodes's method of keeping her children in check. Up through high school, anytime Kim and her brother would fight/disagree, Karen would announce in her high pitched southern accent, "Attitude check!" and both would have to cheerfully respond, "Praise the Lord!"

I cried on the way to work today. I was tired, agitated that I had to work on a university holiday at 7 am, and running late because I had to wait for my defroster to melt the ice off my windshield since I don't have an ice scraper. I was sitting at the stoplight on Duck St. stewing about having to be at work before the sun came up when I saw a line of people walking down the road. It took a few minutes for it to register that they were all wearing hard hats and carrying ice chests. I knew they would be working all day in the freezing cold to renovate our football stadium before the projected deadline. Football stadium? A single person gave enough money to our school to fund the renovation of (and rename) our stadium. As if that weren't enough, he turned around and gave our university the largest donation in NCAA sports history to build an additional athletic village. Media coverage said he couldn't sleep the night before because he was worried he couldn't get the entire donation in cash. And the people working on the stadium probably can't sleep because they are worried about financial support for the next week. I got my attitude check.

living, doubly.

Ok, but really...the parallels are getting frightening.

I lost both home and away games. And a major chunk of my self assurance.
Geography is a brutal assassin.