today, i've been just slightly out of sorts. not in a bad mood way, but in a the-edges-dont-meet way. dropping stuff. mistiming things. like getting stuck at school to the point of leaving late and then getting in this in between thing where i'm waiting for my friends to leave one location to go to the next because it doesn't make sense for me to go to the first location. but i had already completely rushed to get ready so now i'm just waiting. all dressed up, somewhere to go, but still just waiting. i could be a figure of solitude, of sadness, in some edward hopper painting. but i'm not. if you were to freeze this moment, there could be so many different interpretations. i think recently i've begun to be able to interpret my own life in many different ways. see all its very different permutations. i think this is a good thing.