liquid seconds

So I traveled back in time to write this entry.
I do hope you’ll excuse me for it.

Friday was:

Running to classes and pant pant pant and why did they blast the heat in these buildings?
It is in the 60’s. And it is November. And I think Mother Nature is just as confused with decisions as I am.
Global warning? Maybe.

A cute couple came in to participate in my study.
The man with the big glasses and a big belly, helped his wife take off her jacket.
She wore a colorful pin to hold her graying blond hair. She giggled with her heart.
And after the man was done with my experiment we talked and talked.
And I decided when I am in my 60’s I am going to join some adult school [with my husband].
And Im going to teach.
And Im going to learn.
Just.
Because.
We are never too old to learn.

It was my appointment for the senior pictures.
It was all entirely too awkward with positions which made me feel like a bent bird.
Turn head this way. Keep legs this way. Shoulders straight.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
The flash went and I smiled.
I dont know how to not smile in pictures.
And then the lady put the graduating gown on me with the cap.
"BS or BA?" she quickly asked.
And goosebumps stretched far and wide across my body.
Wow.
I have come so far.
Sometime far and close are friends.
Sometimes endings are beginnings and beginnings are endings.

Jess invited me over her house [near Harvard] for some gaming.
I brought the very enthusiastic Aliza.
And we played games with complete dorks.
With a boy who was sweet but spoke funny and you knew, he was getting over his socially awkward phase.
With a boy with funny shaped facial hair who giggled and explained the rules of the games so crispily.
Its interesting how one can just jump into playing games with perfect strangers.
And it is as if you have known each other for years.
There were two kitties running around the apartment.
Ive decided that when i have my own apartment, I will have a kitty and I will cuddle with her on the couch.
And she will know all my deepest secrets, because they would be safe with her.

Aliza invited me over and I agreed despite my heavy eyes.
And she made hot chocolate.
Although I claimed it fake.
Hot chocolate should be made out of steamed milk [and Kahlua]
And she treated me to vanilla ice cream with her special sauce.
And I thought Id fall asleep.
But we talked on her bed, while Missy Higgins played in the background.
And soon it was 3:30am.
[time flies by when good talks and good friends are involved]
I was too scared of the cold to walk back to my apartment.
So we put out the sleeping bag and the matress and we lay down talking until we drifted off into sleep.
Just like old times.
Its nice when when old times and new times collide.

This entire week
has felt like one day.
When will it stop?