I'm a fan of...

My roommate from senior year (I can't bring myself to call her my "ex-roommate". It's so much more.) and current facebook wife is a high school Spanish teacher. Naturally, she has some good stories filled with drama and angst an oh boy I don't miss high school.

For Spirit Week, the week leading up to Homecoming, one of the dress up days was "I'm a fan of....". Pretty much, you dress up in/as whatever you like best. My dearest roomie dressed as a fan of leopard print. Black dress, leopard belt, leopard shoes, leopard hairclip, leopard bangle, I don't even remember what all. For she is, afterall, a big fan of leopard print. (aren't we all?) And one of her students that morning, in all sincerity, goes, "Seniorita-- What are YOU a fan of?"

But seriously. Every morning since I heard that one, I look in my closet and dearly wish that we had "I'm a fan of..." day at work. Because I could really rock an all-argyle, all the time look.

City Living...

I realized to day, as I drove to work, how many stupid little electronic things run my life.

I have a little gray key fob that lets me in to our building.

I have my work ID that has a chip that gets me in the door and into my suite.

Then there's the garage door opener for the garage under our condo building. And the "puck," an unnecessairly large black plastic thing that lets me in and out of the garage I park in by the train station. And let's not forget the plastic card I have to swipe to get in and out of the garage at school.

That's in addition to the four, count them, FOUR decals/hangtags I have to have to park all these places. (Who needs bumper stickers anymore?)

And those are all beyond my cell phone/iPod/debit card/keys combo, which is on my person at pretty much all times. And my train ticket. and SmarTrip (just in case).

I guess I'm thankful I'm not a guy. No way would all that fit in my pants pocket.

Now is the autumn of our discontent...

I'm particularly listless today.

I think it is some combination of daylight savings (it is dark ALL the time now. how did this happen?) and a very nasty group project situation for my Thursday class stressing me out.

Plus, my friends all live too far away.

And my boyfriend lives too far away.

And I'm tethered to my desk on phone duty for another hour. My favorite coworker is out today, so I can't even bug him.

Woe is me.

And I can't help feeling like everything would be better if I had a horse. I know, right? What am I, six years old? But there is something so comforting about the solidness of a horse and its so absorbing to go to the barn and groom and tack and ride. It consumes my attention, looking out for my safety and the horse's, setting goals for us to work towards that day. And I haven't been riding since graduating, I think, so... about 10 months now. Which feels like forever.

I'm very excited to go down to Williamsburg this weekend to watch the W&M Equestrian Team's home show and see old friends. But I know I am going to be raging with jealousy the whole time.

oof.