Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

It's been a day of Murphy's Law kicking my butt. And it's only 11. Today so far: I go to switch class sections (for chapel, which is a required class for transfers) because I know someone in the next section, and it'd be more fun than going in and sitting by myself amidst a ton of freshmen. I am informed I can't switch, due to that class being tied to 'transfer orientation' class (which is the biggest waste of time, in which some faculty guy talks to us about tutoring and getting help with our grades. It's totally catered to freshmen, which none of us are, and frankly, downright insulting. I mean, I totally have my bad areas, but grades are my specialty and strength. I've been in college for two years, please, quit treating me like a clueless freshman. I say clueless freshman because I know some freshmen who are incredibly clued in, and do not wish to generalize that much :P).

Then I try to pay for my parking pass. The office only takes cash and check, information not posted anywhere online or in the building. I drive back to campus (the big admin building is a couple miles away) and then spend 30 minutes trying to get a parking space back on campus. I get one at 9:07. My section of chapel starts at 9:05. They close the doors at 9:08.

I'm not caught up on sleep from this weekend (which was completely fabulous, complete with seeing the fam, Inception, awesome food, and lotsa frisbee, so this is not an fml/mylifesucks post, more just a rant, because eventually I will laugh over today), so I'm super tired, which makes all this seem so much worse than it is. Rawr.

Things that are making me happy

- Love

- Chai tea for sore throats

- Two awesome layouts at frisbee last night

- A last-minute game today (since I leave for school tomorrow)

- Embarking on a new adventure to Waco tomorrow

- Collarbones

- Figuring out my eyeliner so it looks just right

- Sister dates to Sonic (lemon-berry slush!)

- My beautiful friends

- My handsome friends

- Giggling over old Facebook photos

- Lunch with one of my besties

- The smell of Old Spice

- Hearts of gold

- Minimalist packing

- Getting okayed to try out for the men's Ultimate Frisbee club team at Baylor since there isn't a women's team (!!!)

- Realizing how this summer turned out so entirely differently than I thought it would, and excitement for this fall.

What is making you happy?

Oy criminy

I moved back home on Saturday, and should be here about six weeks. I thought this would be a rather sedate six weeks, punctuated by frisbee games.

Oh, right, except life can't be that normal, can it?

(The answer is no. It has been the craziest last three days of my life, involving frisbee, boys, insanely hot weather, gingers, a stolen car, and not enough sleep. Should I be able to clarify some details later, I shall. That remains to be seen. For now, prayers for my sanity greatly welcome!)

it's a bittersweet symphony (this life)

or carousel at the carnival, horseback, eating

sticky pink fluff, sweet and insubstantial

all beautiful in the sunset

(but don't let the clowns catch you after dark)

and the sights and sounds of a month can swirl together

flavors of vanilla and chocolate and licorice (which i don't much like, the bitter smack of disappointment)

and how do you separate them all but by savouring the lingering flavour and distinguishing?

the swoop of dancing, a belled skirt twirling around my legs in a brush of silk

coy smile over my shoulder breaking into a laugh

(i can't be sexy to save my life)

the sensuous ridge of collarbone under my hand

crisp Dove-soap cotton against my cheek

and i lean there in the slow song, lingering in the warmth

and connection and rhythm

the little things, the birds chirping in the last crisp morning before the heat

sway of bluebonnets in wind, spoon slipping into creamy flesh of yogurt

dog grinning half-cocked, tongue out

the dreamy gleam in certain eyes when fiancees come to mind

the warm weight of a child asleep in my lap, silk hair falling over my arm,

rocking her and myself to sleep in a classroom nursery

the bitter chocolate emptiness of crying out until the makeup raccoons me

the heartache of decisions and wondering why i'm never quite good enough for you

and wondering, knowing you love me but not feeling it

frustration of people not listening or trying to understand

the flavours of life, the taste of change, the sound of heartbreak, the sight of sunset

mingle, tangle, struggle

white-robed glory and cloud-clothed pain kiss

and beneath it all the broken, steady heartbeat of love