Libra Horoscope

So this was my daily horoscope:

"If you have grievances about your love life, Libra, today is the day to speak up. Indeed, today requires only total honesty and forthrightness in all areas. You can expect to confront "the other," whether it's your mate or co-worker, on the basis of truth and righteousness. Rest assured you'll command his or her attention! Be careful that the weight of your words doesn't surpass that of your thoughts."

And my "love" one (people often try to use the zodiac to predict that sort of stuff):

"Love is not smooth like milk chocolate; it is full of angles and electricity. Today's position of the planets brings excitement into your relationship with your beloved. You will find that you want to do things differently, to enjoy the differences between you, to celebrate them even, and to marvel at how wonderful it is that amidst all these contrasts and conflicts, you love each other so much."

Well, that's interesting.

I'm not one to take these sort of things as prophecy -- I mean, obviously, since shortly after reading these I took about a five-hour nap. Yeah, I'm pretty professional like that.
I must admit that I'm a bit disappointed in myself for not acting on that and saying anything. As if I haven't been desperately trying to restrain myself from saying anything to him at all lately, right? Besides, I've already said everything I need to or could possibly say. There's no point in blaming myself for not taking action; relationships -- both romantic and platonic -- are about compromise between two people. If I do everything possible to save a relationship and still fall short, the fault can't be mine, can it? There's a point where you have to be met by the other person.

...meh, I still feel like shit.

;watch those JAWS drop."

Uh. So I just woke up, haha.

When I got home I did a bit of reading and a pretty long yoga routine (~40 minutes?) that felt good. Then promptly passed the fuck out. Uhhh, I guess I was tired. I've got this app on my iPod, Sleep Alarm or something like that, that you stick on the corner of your bed at night and it detects your movements over time to determine what state of sleep you're in. It's pretty neat. Anyway, I've been using that for.. I dunno, a little more than a week? And apparently the average amount of sleep I've been getting is ~4-5 hours. Which isn't so bad, until I realize that I spend a lot of that time tossing and turning or just staring up at the ceiling, unable to tell my brain to STFU for the night. Ehhh. I realize that the body adapts to your habits -- I notice that some days I've gone into REM sleep (well, according to the app) remarkably fast. Clearly my body isn't too optimistic about the amount of sleep I'll be giving it.

The Triggering Town

Textbooks are a bitch. I was an Organismal Biology major. I know. I try to get used ones or just rent them at the library to cut costs. But since I switched over to English/Writing, I've come across a few books I just don't want to get rid of at the end of the term. The fiction and narratives I understand -- there are some great stories and it's not worth it to try to sell them.
But this book we've been assigned to read, "The Triggering Town: Lectures and Essays on Poetry and Writing," by Richard Hugo has captivated me. I've got the library copy -- it was actually the last book I got because there's only one copy among all the Multnomah County libraries and I had to put it on hold. It's old and very worn out, pencil marks are around various sections and a word or two in the margins. I must have it.
I can't say I've particularly learned anything new, but rather that I've found words to explain what I just sort of knew intuitively, and it's a lovely feeling. I dunno. I'm a nerd!

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"Aha!" It was like you came out of nowhere.

I blinked, slightly bewildered. "But how did you find me?"

"Easy," you laughed, "I followed the scent of strawberries!"

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Monday.

Fuck Mondays.

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