First week revelations.... insights... whatevs...

We're like a week into the new year, and I've realized a few things. In no particular order, here they are:

1. Both my parents snore. This doesn't mean good odds for me as an elder adult.
2. The whole "temporary lay off" concept has been rougher on me than expected. I miss the zoo peeps (despite their oddities), I miss the predictable drama -- and I realize -- I was wayyy more invested in the place than I realized at the time. Change is good, transition is tricky.
3. Watching mass quantities of Law and Order, eating caloric foods, inhaling permanent marker mixed with rubber cement -- all while being crafty -- does have some therapeutic benefits. So does ironing the majority of your wardrobe with starch. I swear I'm not a loser... or Martha Stewart...
4. I possess the talent of being able to walk and read at the same time. This makes the gym's treadmill a helpful combination with grad school required reading. Sadly, the gym isn't open Sundays (see #3)...
5. Good friendship means you're willing to sit through four volumes of scrapbooks and still want to hangout with me -- poor Kelly -- subjected to far too many stories, yet still willing to hang out and possibly plan a trip somewhere!
6. Going "back to school" blows, yet I have not lost my talent to make something out of nothing. I attribute this to my psychotic tenth grade honors English teacher who used to have borderline orgasms over distant hints that we might be learning something...
7. Washington's minimum wage increase is hiking up prices everywhere -- cost me nearly twenty bucks to go to the movies and order a children's popcorn. And, my damned value meal at McDonalds went from $5.97 to $6.08 at the closest McDonalds to my house. I need to scope out other nearby ones -- for this is pure bullshit -- but I strongly feel minimum wage is to blame. Capitalism makes me bitter sometimes, at least when I'm taken aback in my consumer tendencies...
8. Spilling what's been on your heart (your soul) in ten minutes, about to cry from the passion and honesty of it all, simply astounded and befuddled because you've not been able to vocalize it but have been thinking it for weeks, to a friend about to fly to Austria who you probably won't see for another six months -- that's totally normal if you've known the friend since you were nine. The next encounter with this same friend should be interesting...

That's it for the moment.