The Earth According to Mark.

I finished reading Love That Dog by Sharon Creech.

I hate
poetry
because most
of the time
it's
com pl et e
bull
shit.

But this book really got me thinking about looking to more poetry to see what it's all about. Hm. Last night, I was sitting down, frantically trying to complete the my post-lab for chemistry lab, when I looked across from me and realized that - man, I have it good.

Moving out. Hm.
I keep writing about this and posting pictures. Pre-nostalgia much? Probably. Anyways, picture above is last view before leaving. So many memories. Hearts got broken in that apartment; lovers slept on couches; screams and doors slamming; I made a joke to my roommate's boyfriend - he would come on Friday nights and leave on Monday mornings. I told him that it reminded me of a little boy watching his father leave ("Don't leave daddy! Don't leave!" I joked). Ironically, when I made that joke, it was really his last time there - my roommate and he broke up. New chapters being written. New futures being molded. The world is a crazy place and history is...now.

Turning in keys was nostalgic. Slipped an extra copy in my pocket; put it on the sun sheild of my car. A reminder of 12B - that apartment saved me. The best desicion I ever made. So odd.

So many things happening: job interview tomorrow. Actually got asked for two interviews from two different places. Won't name names. They're interviews, not job offers. Prayers still; battle isn't over.

Neither is my homework. Later blogsphere.