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wednesday, january 13, 1999, 02:39 there's no significance to wednesday the thirteeth, is there? my mouth is progressing along quite nicely, which means that in a couple of days the stitches should disolve and my mouth will stop being as puffy as it is. this is also a good thing as i will be back at school in 12 hours. i mean home. i mean where i live. i mean where my stuff is. i mean not my parents' house. i mean not the place i grew up. and i have to worry about moving again in four months? whatever am i thinking? i'm thinking that this friday i get to put on my new suit and my new shoes and i get to take a car up to a company where they're going to try to convince me that i want to go work for them, even though i'm scared out of my gourd that i won't have anything at all to say to them and will be embarrassed beyond repair. i am taking on faith that there is no recruitment blacklist and if i screw up one interview, the rest won't be affected. i mean a suit? jeeze. stopped at a stop light, my own little slice of life today. out of the left hand window, three kids sitting on the stone wall outside the school enjoy a hearty smoke during recess. out of the left, a woman and child try to cram into an already full jeep cherokee, but can't get into the car because the handle is stuck. and then the light turns green, i drive off, and leave these lives behind. i'm so facinated by other people's lives. maybe it's because i don't think i live enough of my own, or maybe it's because i just realize every day that there is just so much out there. maybe it's both. or maybe i'm just afraid of having to go back and start living my own life again, with my own responsibilities. maybe i should go to sleep. tomorrow's a whole new life.
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