Somewhere a bird is seeking therapy for body image issues....

It is strange how the past haunts us all. New situations, new relationships and friendships, all are judged in the context of what we have known before. What upsets us, what makes us happy; it seems like it all relates to what we have experienced up to that point. Mostly this is implicit and only vaguely felt, but sometimes it crashes upon your awarness with the clarity of windexed glass. I guess this is normal, but sometimes when we percieve the past reoccurring, on occasion our response is out of proportion to what has actually happened in the now. It's funny too, how we always carry the scars of our pasts, but the badges and glory are fleeting.

Heavy much? Ha.
I have no classes all this week and I had a fairly slow and disconnected weekend as well so you all will have to forgive me for my slightly reflective mood.

Out of boredom today I stared for like 30 minutes at a bird near the window. I think I may have made it self-concious because it started fidgeting and eventually flew away. I looked around in the teacher's lounge for a bit and then went back to staring at the window even though the bird was no longer there. I figured if anyone asked me why the hell I was staring out of a window at nothing I could say that I had been staring at a bird that had only just then flown off. It's pretty sad when you have to think of alibi's for the eventuality of being questioned over blank staring. However, I don't think anyone here will say anything 'cause it looks like everyone else is almost as bored as I am. My supervisor almost caught fire today because she was zoned out standing near the heater for too long. I'm glad I'm not the only one.

I wish there were squirrels here.