I'M Not Looking For Sweet Talk

I'm looking for time.

Why I Love Borders

Last weekend I was at Borders perusing the discount section, (because I am a master bargain hunter in case you weren't aware) when I happened upon a boxed set containg four moderatly sized books. The title of this set? "Complete Education - in a Box!" The price? $19.99.

I'm glad to know that I am in the process of spending thousands of dollars and dedicating 5 years of my life to college, when I could just use my coffe money for the week and spend a couple of nights up reading.

Thanks, Borders. 

Valentine's Day is...

...not just for couples. It's for love.

I remember in high school my French teacher  told us that the only people who celebrated valentine's day in France were couples, and how surprised she was when she first came to America that it was just as much about friends and relatives. In high school, I agreed with her completely. But more and more in college I've seen this celebration of friendship fade. So many people my age don't even pay a second thought to Valentine's day - or talk about how much they hate it and write it off as being driven by corporate motives.

I can't exactly say I disagree with them. There is so much pressure surrounding v-day. If you're in a relationship, you struggle to be the perfect romantic. If you're not, you try not to notice all of the happy couples, hearts, and flowers. And everyone, no matter how content, keeps the thought in the back of their mind that maybe, just maybe, the day holds the kind of Valentine's surprise that we are all taught to wish for when we're little.

The other day at the library I saw a woman reading books about finding love and happiness, and I couldn't help but wonder if the date had anything to do with this selection. But today I'm not thinking about what isn't - I'm thinking about what is.

Do You Ever

Do you ever see where you want to be -

and at the same time see it falling away from you?

Do you ever see what you want to keep-

and then see it passed along to some other anonymous?

Do you ever see who you are-

and see no one believing it?

I keep my hope on a shelf with the acid and the fear and all the little things that eat me up-

but I keep it.

At least I keep it.

Groundhogday

I have never really understood groundhog day. Not the part about using a small animal to determine if we are in spring or winter, that part I am just fine with.

It's the shadow thing that, year after year, drives me crazy.

Think about it this way, when it's dark and cloudy out there is (obviously) a smaller amount of light. Less light means that shadows are much fainter. On the opposite side, when it is bright and sunny out there is a bigger contrast in light vs. dark, meaning that shadows would be much easier to see.

And what season is known for being dark and cloudy? Winter.
What season is known for being relatively sunny? Spring.

Yet for some reason, on groundhog day, if the groundhog does not see his shadow (like he didn't yesterday) that means that we are headed straight into spring - not winter. How does this make any sense?

Every single year this confuses me, and the ironic part is that it has nothing to do with the groundhog.