I walk funny. Now I know I’ve mentioned this several times before, but for those who don’t know, I have a tendancy to stare at the ground when I walk. I have many theories why I do so, ranging from self-esteem issues to my severe tendency to be clumsy, but last week while walking to class, I realized something: I was actually looking up at my surroundings. I blame this on my job. It’s hard to walk around looking at the ground and watch a decent amount of children to make sure they don’t cut themselves, cut their neighbor, feel each other up, feel themselves up, or try to jam a sharpened porkchop bone in the back of your neck (you scoff, but this did happen, though not to me).

It’s really windy outside. I feel like the roof of my house is about to get peeled off and go spinning into Oz. I had a dream yesterday about being in a blizzard/hurricane and almost getting lifted off the ground. Strangely enough, that has happened to me once before. I was walking to art class under a wind advisory warning (50+ mph winds, welcome to West Texas) because I had this HUGE (both in size and importance) drawing due that day and the wind current suddenly shifted to where the drawing became pushed flat against my lower abs/hips - right at my center of balance. This sort of acted like a sail and I was effectively lifted off the ground and carried back at least 5ft before I hit the ground. I’ve told this story before. I have nothing new to say today.

I have a large desire to go say hello to the ocean. It’s been a few years. I think I should go.

I’ll settle for a shower right now though.