I have three shifts left! Thank god. It's not that I don't love making the most tasteful espresso creations for non-tipping customers, hmmm, but fall is too lovely of a season to be stressed with college applications and work and finishing assignments that are pointless for the future. I'd rather spend every Tuesday and Wednesday outside writing and working on my portfolio. Time management is almost impossible with this job!; which is weird, considering I work two days each week. The floor of my room is compiling massive amounts of clothing but I can't find anything to wear nor am I able to find any of my school papers. Maybe I should cancel plans tonight and have it be a productive hour after work. Eh. I'll have to see. Thought about it, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a productive night, yes. I wrote the beginning of quite the lovely (but somber) new piece tonight. I really need to finish my room...how many weeks have I been saying that? It's an in process project and it has got to be finished, it's driving me crazy. I can't find anything and I don't have my little corner. Time for a lab write up....schedule to come.

These past few weeks have been so stressful...hopefully they'll get better. My room has yet to be finished, but I've been getting little productive things done for the past few days now. I started running again! I think taking new steps in life needs a little bit of mental preparation...so maybe the past few days have been just that? I'm mentally preparing myself to be extremely productive over the next few weeks. I've started a few new projects/brought back a few old ones, so hopefully those will be able to be done today & this weekend.

Well, I just woke up from a little two hour nap, and now I'm ready to get on with the day.

I listen to the waves and see how they fold into one another. Each wave carrying a different memory...touching each other, exchanging minerals and with them stories. How wonderful it would have been to be one of those waves. To be constantly suspended in history and always int he making of it. I think about my life in relation to those waves and how if I could change it, I would. How I would trade stories and make memories with more people, and how I wish my soul would have touched more parts of the world. So now, maybe it will. I feel my feet pull out of the sandy holes they have dug for themselves. I watch as my body walks into the crashing waves and swims further out into the current. My body will finally touch all parts of the world. I am completely suspended into the ocean as my body disintegrateds into tiny grains of sand. I am and will forever be suspended in history and the making of it.