I didn't slow down til 1815 tonight. (Yes, I'm still trying to bring back military time. It makes more sense.) What I mean is six o clock.
I got up, and after carefully packing my car (every day is a road trip in the life of Rachel) and I went to work, listening to the Con by Tegan and Sara (go buy this album if you already didn't). And I was the only teller today. I left late-ish (and Bob showed up sometime after me. Bob and I are friends now. I'm allowed to talk about him. He's from California, and yes he's dreamy and smells good. He sometimes reminds me of Jordan in his deadpan humor. And he asks me about bowling, so he's friend material) So life goes on I guess. What is weird is being in the bathroom at the same time as your boss, and talking to her when you are both in the bathroom. Hmmm.

So I went to school, and literally ran from the parking lot to where my class was, cuz I have to park so far away. I love school now, which I guess changed in the last four days. I love my creative writing class. It's just that my Diversity class is keeping me up at night. I wrote a paper for it yesterday, and skipped out on life to sit home and read article after article about homosexuality. I sat and cried my eyes out, had a crisis of faith, and to try to sleep after that just didn't work. Yes. Homosexuals are keeping me awake at night. But I've reached a place, today, where I am no longer angry at God, and no longer a misanthrope. Some areas, in life, you just leave gray until you can work them out over pasta with someone who won't make your forehead wrinkle up. Right?
So finally after school, I sat and did homework on the patio at the Union. The sky was overcast and no one was around, and it was a good chilling out time before I drove clear to the other mountains to put together Ashley's shower with Krista and Adrian.
It's funny when you come home at night, and you've listened to the Con three or four times, and you don't know where all the hours went.
But when you believe, they call that rock and roll.