You ever have one of those days where you do everything right? Get up before the alarm, maybe take a nice hot shower, but that's not too long, really brush your teeth in a way that would make the dentists proud, say good morning to more or less everyone, drink your coffee or whatever crap you have in a way that doesn't make people intimidated and yet boosts your self-esteem (like you could be in one of those Brad Pitt movies). Put on a nice outfit that doesn't need to be looked at in the mirror for several minutes before going out the door, not slamming it of course, smiling and greeting the rising/risen sun with a reverence that suggests woodwinds in the background, say hello how are you to people and really mean what you say, looking them in the eye. Make those "healthy choices" you always read about in your middle school health book- choose water over Coke, etc. Do the dishes/load the dishwasher, start the laundry, vacuum, whatever. Turn in your homework, don't lean back in your chair, make a nice salad, practice all of your scales, put back the silverware in the right place, do the dishes before watching TV. Etc. Etc.
Well I know I haven't. But someday I think I should.
Life has been going on, and I guess the only real news I have is that I helped organized/participated with this rally/demonstration me and some Quaker friends and other people had in support of Obama's health care reform plan with public option. There are a few articles about it on the Ann Arbor website and Chronicle, and it was actually quite awesome. I was one of the 4 teenagers there, and it was sort of funny one time when Lori, one of the Quakers helping us, came over to say, "It's so great we have young people here with us- people always listen to young people!" This, of course, is not true. And you know what I said? And you know what she did? "Well, actually that's not necessarily the case-" and Lori had walked away after about the first word. Hannah said she'd put that as one of her facebook quotes.
Anyone that's alive should really read Lance Armstrong's autobiography, entitled It's Not About The Bike: My Journey Back to Life, co-written with Sally Jenkins. I picked it up at Powell's bookstore in Portland (best place ever, man) and although you might not realize it, it can sort of change a person. Just...just read it.
School in a week. Actually I'm sort of excited. I mean, no sense really regretting it, it's gonna happen and life goes on. Redundant, eh?
Biking down W. Washington, the sun at that point where the day is nearly done but just wants to get its last kicks out, the late-August wind in my face and billowing out my sweatshirt, the best adjective to desribe it all was "alive". Ahead, a bustling downtown of a place I know and love, light still punching out. Cement wizzing below, a lawnmower humming. The sky at least two different shades of blue, and clouds...needing a metaphor. Even though you knew it would end, at least you know it's possible and you've been there. I think fall is one of the best seasons- which isn't saying much considering there are only...4. But still. I'ma liking it. Though it is somewhat...sad about the early leave changes and it getting too cold too fast. Sigh. Seriously you guys. And that's my best comeback to the problems in the world, really.
Oh and haha.
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