i hereby name this weekend the weekend of doors. and if that is not an odd name, i certainly dare you to come up with one more strange out of context. door number 1: john and i decided to go and watch the F1 race at sazuka japan next year. why not? door number 2: new friends, new feelings. door number 3: new friends, new distractions. so my brain is full and once again, the little things in my life have gained full-focus. oh well, nothing that a good conversation or three wouldn't help to clear up.
our world has become one of instant gratification. we can purchase and do and consume on a moment's notice. when things don't end up working out that way, we get antsy and wonder what in the world could be going on. we begin to question all kinds of things looking for a potential explanation as to why this situation did not provide that which we have come to expect. don't get me wrong. situations that cause this are not necessarily ones where some kind of instant gratification is possible much less desirable. it is just with this overbearing sense of speed that we place on our lives that we get used to it, even if we don't really want it.
why are women's clothing sizes in numbers instead of some actual measurement. i mean everytime i buy a pair of pants, i get to find out just how big my waist is.
shots in the dark and nothing really accomplished this weekend. chalk it up to time spent, if not spent as well as it could have been. oh, but at least i updated the archives.