Mittens on Strings

A few random thoughts over the past week or so...



I leave for my bus at 6:52 every morning. At this time of the year I love stepping on crunchy leaves, not a whole bunch of them at once, just one single leaf on the concrete with a good satisfying crunch. The only problem is during my walk to the bus stop and to school the leaves are still wet with due, and therefore do not crunch. This does not encourage me to get up in the morning.



Also getting up when it is pretty much pitch black is not fun. I fell asleep on the bus this morning, not that uncomon a thing to do for me. But this morning I woke up a little later than I usually do, and it was so dark, and I guess I was a little deliriouse from just waking up, but I couldn't figure out where I was, and I almost missed my stop. Good thing someone else had pulled the string.



I have been to a couple of concerts recently. I love concerts. And I also found out that I go to an unusual amount of them, compaired to lots of people. One thing I love about concerts is the people looking. I don't really watch them, I just look at them. I love seeing people who look how they want to look. They don't look their best, some are far from it. But they dress and do they hair and make-up (fof the girls) exactly how they want, so they have this apperence that is associated with a personality and thier own veiw of life. Its a little hard to explain. But next time you go to a concert, look around and I think you will know what I'm talkig about.