February 06, 2004 - 11:38 pm
there were lines where a smile could have been and she could not possibly get anything done until this place was introduced to some order. earlier she had thought very seriously about the necessity of getting ahead- reading shakespeare before she took the course and learning spanish so she could move on to french or something obscure like greek. in her mind she had committed herself to furthering her understanding of bush and dean and kerry and what it means for belize to be preferred to taiwan. she had truly enjoyed several moments in that day. two cups of coffee and the first mountain dew out of the pack and her whole body still felt wrong and now her hand was shaking. something about the absense of people or conversation directed towards her made the need for eating seem irresistable... and it had been a while since she had attempted anything but baggy pants. it was suggested that she go surfing in the river- the occasion being a day over 40 degrees and a rain that left the grass showing. and in fact she would like to. she would like to condition herself to walk for long periods of time without tiring and to sleep in uncomfortable circumstances should the nation reach turmoil and neccessitate such things. But surfing starts with lessons and spanish starts with hola, and she wouldn't know where to start conjugating verbs.
there are lines where a smile could be.. and it's like the lines are waiting for her to wake up and fill them. i can imagine her smiling. and i think that inside she secretly is.
strong.
