High/Low 10.5.04

hey ya'll.

ok.. it's tuesday nite... I am feelin pretty good.. (well.. the debates were tonite and scrubs wasn't on.. that made me feel poopy) today was my favorite kinda day.. the FIRST day.. of wearing warmer clothes.. waking up and it's chilly out.. brisk air.. breathing in and it feels fresh.. LOVE this time of year!!!!! My favorite!!! the sky was really beautiful.. sporratic fluffy clouds.. so clear..

High: Had a uneventful day at work.. nothing too exciting.. got a cute message from my friend Shan who told me that Zach Braff was on the radio this morning.. thanks shan!!! Boss was out this morning and so it was chill... went to lunch and then took a drive out to our warehouse to pick up something.. it was a beautiful drive.. and I enjoyed being out of the office by myself.. after work I went to the gym.. worked out hard! and then met my girlfriend Stephanie in D.C. for dinner.. good to catch up! (She told me that Zach Braff was HERE!!! in D.C.!!!! I didn't know about it!!!!) tomorrow my boss and I are going to go up to Baltimore to a design trade show.. then I have a date.. Lee.. he's 6'3"..we'll see.

Low: The no scrubs thing tonite... dang. Other than that I can't think of anything... good thing.

Anyway.. my posts still seem short.. I'm a little preoccupied, in my mind, with all the packing I have to do.. all the things I have to get together... and the time is a ticking. Tomorrow is the big day.. I call the Dir of Personnell at the Corcoran.. FINGERS CROSSED EVERYONE!!! I'm going to see if she's free for Monday (I'm off.. Columbus Day!) as soon as I hear something.. I'll let you know!!!

k.. nite nite.
Ancora Imparo.
love you all,
Kerilyn

a GREAT poem, brought to you by my friend Kyra.. thanks K..

The Journey
By Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice -
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do -
determined to save
the only life that you could save.