shower time

I just took a shower... I had SO many thoughts running through my mind, but now they are gone. I do some of my best thinking in the shower. But, I'll attempt to put them down now...

Well, yesterday, the triumphant day of contacts, turned out to be TERRIBLE. First of all, I woke up at 7 to go to the gym with Kate... that was pretty good actually. I have been doing really well with this whole gym thing. Anyway, we were having so much fun feeling the burn at the gym that I left for Greenville late... and being late, I started down 123 a little faster than prohibited by law... 25 miles faster to be exact... I was going 90 in a 65, so I got a 6 point and $335 ticket. So, my parents are pretty livid...

I was pretty livid about the fact that when they put my contacts in, THEY DIDN'T FIT. So, I sped all the way down the highway and got a ticket just so they could tell me that my contacts didn't fit. I have to go back sometime next week to actually get my real contacts. I was EXTREMELY disappointed.

Anyway, I hung out a little last night, worked the desk for a hella long time... and today I went and worked out for 2 hours. I am really loving working out. I just really hope that I can keep it up and it won't just have been a this past week thing. I feel great now, so I know I'm doing something right.

One thought that has been going through my mind for the past day... well, it hasn't really been a thought, but a song lyric... It's called The Luckiest and it's by Ben Folds. The last verse is my favorite, and everytime I hear it, I tear up. It has to be the most beautiful but sad example of love ever...

I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, I am told that a lot.
Now I know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls brought me here.
And where was I before the day
that I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day.
And I know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike,
would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I see one pair that I recognize.
And I know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.

I love you more than I have
ever found a way to say to you.

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away.
I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know we belong,
that I know that I am, I am
I am the luckiest.

That is so sweet. GOSH! But, alas, I am in the predicament I am always in... a beautiful love song and no one to share it with. I wish that I could sing it to someone... It would definitely be the most tender way to express that emotion.

A while ago, I talked about how I don't have any crushes. I lied... I mean, I'm really stuck on "the caller," but I like someone else too... but, no self-proclaimed crushes... It's against the Ham Rules. It will just remain in the back of my mind... probably forever. It's okay though.

That is probably one of the reasons that I was down so much this past week... Not only was I hung up on the lack of resolve from that last phone call with "the caller," but also on... this crush ish, and other r-word ish that has been floating through my mind... It sucks.

Right now, I wish "the caller" would call... and that I could come across about $335. I'm obviously not the luckiest.