I hope my next is one of those rare times that time stands still when you're having fun.
I was sooo excited to go to Six Flags to see The White T's.  I thought, "Just maybe, if I time things right, I can catch that earlier bus!"  Then, as I began my journey, I saw the wait time for the first train was 5 minutes.  Normally during rush hour on this line, it's 2-3.  No big deal, right?  So then I notice that something doesn't seem right.  The time for a train in another direction began as '5' also, but now it was at '1' while we're at '3.'  hmm.... there had been announcements for people traveling on the red line (us) but those signs sure were deceiving!  If it was going to be longer, why couldn't they put a more accurate time on the screen?  It's not like we hadn't seen '19' before (referencing late-nights on other lines).  As I was waiting- I'm gonna change the format:

Dear Hot-guy-in-blue-striped-s hirt,
You may wonder, "Why did you walk away?  Did we have some sort of connection?"
There may have been eye contact.  You're certainly a looker, and you moved close to where I was standing on the platform.  Sadly, that did not speed up time, or the arrival of our phantom train.  You may have thought, "____, she looks hot."  Thank you.  I was!  I have been sweating a lot lately in this swampy weather.
I walked out of that station not really caring if I ever returned.  The road was miserable, but I found a train that did come when it declared, and was air-conditioned... There was no other hottie to catch my eye, but you gave me enough to bite off.
With much sincerity,
Lady in Pink

this is a mas o menos library, in my opinion.  Pluses: friendly & helpful librarians, the fastest internet access possibly anywhere!  some other pluses to be discovered. Minuses: the LOUDEST library I've ever been in.  A lot of kids/moms... so I hope that I can retreat here some day/hour w/ peace.  I've yet to scour the place (I believe I've used that word incorrectly in the past) for comfy corners/chairs.

There are a million & 2 things for me to write about!!  but I must use my discretion (such as not commenting on . . . haha.

So, my latest thing is that I'm full of all sorts of energy & love today!  I have some suspicions as to why, but I don't want to completely buy them.  I wonder why I'm so excited about these possibilities that may never becomes probabilities... am I just getting my hopes up or fooling myself?  The problem with being idealistic & hopeful is that reality sometimes bites that in the ***.  That's not an excuse not to believe for anything.  At the same time, if one is setting herself up for a disaster (or based on nothing) then maybe she should really not...

If you'd like to hang out w/ me, let's try not-a-Friday night.  I've signed up for Ballroom Dancing through the county park system through the end of August.  I'm not a dancer, but I've wanted to dance lately, so I may as well learn some steps.  I'm hoping to get comfortable embarrassing myself (outside of normal ways of doing so) and to make friends, or at least acquaintances to hang out w/ this summer.  I think it's so cool that we have such options. :) I also think I've limited my potential for a part-time job.  Maybe I'll volunteer instead.

 I'm holding onto the last threads of a weekend (spent, among other things, cat-sitting)- so let me enjoy them & wish you all a great week!  It will be hectic for me, so don't fret if this blog takes a break (but feel free to share thoughts!)

after a great weekend visiting my family in the Midwest, I returned home.  Before walking in the front door, I arrived at the airport, and instead of thinking, "I am so excited to see him! I can't wait to see where he's at!" I thought, "I'm so excited to see the Metro!  I hope I time it right so I don't have to wait long."  I must say, it is a bit sad to not have someone to greet me & hug & kiss me.  I also think that if now was the right time for a nice relationship like that, then it would happen, so I'll enjoy where I am.  I'm grateful for public transportation & for not having to inconvenience anyone.  I also think that I complain too much, so I'll try to post positive things now, or at least balance perspectives.  I'd had a bad attitude (trying to turn that around) this week.  I'm so glad it's almost Friday.

I've had helpful, friendly people in reference to my teeth today (suspicious dark area on x-ray) which I'm happy about, since that helps me not worry.
I'm 'home' more or less now.  Technically, cat-/house-sitting at a friend's, but my keys are with me and no longer locked in my desk drawer at work (thank God for access codes/cards that work after bus. hours).
I run into so many important people, including you.  I'm glad that you made time for me today, and I wish you the best.

I don't have time to properly write one, so I'll hit on some key points to hopefully come back to later.
I've found time.  If there are tons of typs (haha- not intended) it's because a cat is trying to lick the butter off my bagel while I'm typing.

*county fair for the elite
Celebrate Fairfax! is what I mean.  Feel free to check out their website.  When I think of county fairs, I think of things such as an assortment of booths, with crafts & local interests/companies being the focus.  Then there's the animals & a # of other associations I make, such as my stance on abortion, which would make sense if I explained, but that's not the focus of this blog.  Anyway, I had a great time (there with friends & collecting freebies), and it was a beautiful, sunny day.  It was very clean & probably 95% of the people I saw were mid- to upper-class white, and that freaked me out.  I wondered if there wasn't advertising geared to a more diverse group or if that part of the county was more mono-something...  There were also fireworks at night (yay!) and Smash Mouth was one of the 80+ performers.  I didn't see them, but heard some others that were fun.  I was really surprised that after all the beer people consumed, hardly anyone danced.  If I were a performer, I'd want people to dance.

As I was waiting for a shuttle back to my car (in a long line), I chatted with a nice fellow.  He works with a camel.  He tried to set me up w/ his son, who was my age & half-non-white, and he got me thinking: Wouldn't it be nice to have a
*trophy husband ?
I tend to think highly of myself and the possibilities of what's to come, and in that moment, I saw myself as a political or otherwise powerful public figure, and I thought it would help to marry someone who's a different ethnicity than myself.  More people could maybe relate.  Immediately, it sounded crazy to me.  and manipulative.  so I won't put that on my honey 'wish list' or 'qulaifications.'

*those moments when something changes before your eyes
I thought I was more 'open-minded' than I am.  I had written someone off as perhaps boring or at least not someone I would go out of my way to talk with and then we talked and my assumptions immediately dissolved, and I wondered how that could be the same person.  Perspective really does change reality!

*not all ivy is poison
I was in the woods when I saw (not poison-)ivy, and I immediately tried to avoid it.  Then I thought, what am I doing?  the next thought was, "What or who else am I avoiding or have I assumed or written off as dangerous when it may only resemble slightly something that is?"  Why be unnecessarily jumpy?  But then again, if we have been hurt or otherwise trained to perceive things that way, how can we change?
Another twist on words, like SupremeAnna mentioned, was "not all poison is ivy."  That can be taken a number of ways, but the thing that immediately comes to mind has a darker tone- maybe 'poison' is the hurt you feel internally when you take negative things/words to heart.  I don't want to leave on that note, so I'll say that people are interesting- just listen to them the next time you're on public transportation or standing in line.

then I've got a one-track mind lately.  and what are nightmares, then? fears visualized?

Why is it so hard to stop from loving someone I've decided to not?  This is both someone who has enough things (perhaps) against her to merit at least my non-approval of her, and yet as much as she frustrates me, I can't seem to help caring about her and thinking she's valuable.  and then there's this guy whom I've also decided to only love to some limit, and yet I'm still hurt that he's also limited that love.  I want him to enjoy life and love freely, but it hurts that it's not with me.  I definitely can't have 'Love FREELY' where Love=heart on my license plate.  I thought i'd like a positive message for people to read on my behind, but maybe that'll have to be those booty pants.  I'd already decided that the message is too big for me and that I can't fully endorse it while I was in line at the DMV this past weekend.  A teenage couple that basically had sex standing up grossed out my PDA-loving self gave me a clear sign that I couldn't actually say 'Love freely' and mean it.  Maybe in small doses- but that's not freely.  (I partially wanted 'freely' 'cause of my affection for 'ly.)  Anyway, even though it's good to care and I'm glad that I'm tending towards love, I wanted to acknowledge the pain we all feel sometimes.

sometimes (often?) the inside does not match the outside.  This can be an 'ignorant American' who joins in a conversation of another language or a tough guy breaking into a Broadway song & dance.  It can also be my car.  I have temporary Virginia plates now, and it feels like a lie or cheap cover-up.  When I drive it, I want to let others know, "these tires have seen more snow and miles than these blend-in plates..." It's similar to when I feel trapped by my appearance- "You don't know me!" I want to scream. "I'm more than a skirted lady, and have interesting thoughts on things."  hmm... I wanted to post something w/ minimum angst and possibly positive thoughts.  I complain too much.