The lonely are such delicate things

I haven't really been feeling like myself lately. The past few weeks have been weird. I'm never motivated to do anything, and I always want to be somewhere other than where I am. I'm restless and tired at the same time. I've been burned out since the beginning of the semester. I'm tired of being ignored by my roommate.

I just want to go home.

In other news, my Saturn ended up being totalled (I cried a little bit, I'll admit) and I got a new car last Monday. Here are some of the dealership pictures of it. It's a 2000 Saab 9-5. It has leather seats and a sunroof and her name is Sadie. :]

"The lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them
Into the sea, with rocks on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need."

A Comet Appears -- The Shins

Death of a passenger-side door

Last week was probably one of the busiest and most stressful weeks I've had in a while. Needless to say, I was really looking forward to this weekend. I had it all planned out. Saturday: sleep til noon, run errands, do everything that's due Monday. Sunday: sleep til noon, go visit Tricia and Jake while they're in town. It was supposed to be a great weekend. But Murphy, whoever he was, was right: if something can go wrong, it will.

I decided to grab some lunch before I went to Walmart, so I grabbed my favorite sandwich from Quizno's to-go: the Italian. I turned out of the parking lot into the right lane and was on my merry way when a woman coming out of the next entrance down failed to see me as she came out into the street. Needless to say, she barrelled right into me:

Well, I didn't get any of my work done yesterday, and since I am now car-less, I wasn't able to go see Tricia today. Now it's 11:30 p.m., I still have a mountain of work to do, and so far this week isn't looking to be any better than the last.

Is it Spring Break, yet?!

ATX and saying goodbye to a friend

I took a trip to Austin this weekend to visit one friend and say goodbye to another.

On Saturday afternoon we had a very windy picnic on Mount Bonnell. We didn't stay for very long because the wind made the trip significantly less enjoyable than it would have been otherwise, but I did get a couple of good pictures in before we left.

(Houdini didn't go to Mount Bonnell with us, but he's still cute. :])

There was a memorial service Saturday evening for our friend Jeffrey, who passed away three weeks ago. It was a very sad sort of reunion. I saw alot of people I hadn't seen in a long time, including Christine (below), who I hadn't seen since graduation.

The service that Jeffrey's friends at UT put on for him was really good and was a great way to say goodbye, but it was so sad. I don't think the reality of his death will ever be 100% for me. How can Jeffrey, who was so alive for every moment of his life, be gone just like that? Life is precious and altogether too short, but most of all it's not fair. Why else would anyone so good be allowed to die so young?