dill pickle

just read my email. there's a job opening in the english department for someone to help run the desk. should i apply? I'm so sick of Old Navy and just the thought of having to be there makes me want to hurl. blek. I've been asking God to give me some direction...but i really don't know. I don't think i would get the english job, anyway...so many people usually apply for it. ugh.
i don't know.

on a brighter note:
miss b and I went out for breakfast this morning at Waffle House.
she had cheese and eggs with raisin toast and hashbrowns. and coffee of course.
i had a waffle and two scrambled eggs. delicioso. oh and milk. i love milk.
it was nice, but i felt distrated the whole time, like i couldn't focus. sometimes i do that...who knows.

i'm supposed to meet with one of my professors in about an hour to talk about a paper that i don't even have a topic for yet. that should be fun.

i want to paint my room grey. i found a picture in a magazine that is exactly what I want but it doesn't tell the color. :(

rearranged my room last night. this is the third of fourth time i've moved things around. the room just feels wrong. something doesn't flow. Although last night, Erin commented, "Lacey, I do believe your room has arrived". I'm not so sure.

i feel like i only talk about myself...and that is boring.
i want to be more creative when I write...:(
maybe i should put events into poetry.

morning:

elbows on the table
photos on the wall
eggs and toast
and tall glasses of two percent milk
with syrup
and sleepiness
and sticky fingers.
the light from windows on
table tops and
through lenses
into memory.
my belly full.
your words full
of life
and my words
a little dull
because it's morning
and i'm tired.

not so sure what this face means