People

People sometimes end their sentences with "et cetera et cetera et cetera" and they say it really fast.
That makes me think that they don't know what "et cetera" means.
One's good enough, man.
Chill out.

There's this guy I know that starts every sentence with, "I feel like..." and ends every sentence with, "you know what I mean?"
It bothered me until I figured out that pattern.
Now I just smile when he talks to me because I know what's coming.
I feel like he's easier to understand now, you know what I mean?

Sometimes I have days where it's just GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO ONETHINGONTOANOTHER!
And I feel like I don't even have time to sit down in the bathroom.
I know in reality I do have time, but it just feels like I don't.
They shouldn't call it a rest room. They should call it a stop-all-the-world-now room.
Howie Day would perform in there sometimes.
A rest room, to me, connotates a napping room. A place where I could lay down.
And rest.
And not listen to other people's phone conversations echoing off the walls.

My mind occupies so much of my brain.

Have you ever practiced a presentation so much that you don't even know what it means anymore?
At this point, I feel I'm just rearranging the words "strategic" "role" "effectiveness" and "acquisition" to make sentences.
And then my voice is so soft that I have to practice-yell the presentation to make sure I'm loud enough, which is just awkward for everyone I practice in front of, including the couch, the desk, and the cat.

If I could have told 8th-grade self, "Allie, when you're in graduate school, you will volunteer to do an oral presentation with people that you barely know in Atlanta", I wouldn't have.
Because then my 8th-grade self wouldn't have gone to college.

I think that's why time-travelling isn't allowed. It would rustle too many jimmies.

My hands smell like the mall.
Not the food court part- more like the hallway between A&F and American Eagle.

May you never be less interesting than your refrigerator magnets,
TWS