little lion man

i guess everyone needs a nemesis, and i've finally found mine. this guy:

that little pony is a total punk. and every time we go riding, i have to spent 15-20 minutes locked in mind games with him before i can get the rope around his neck and lead him to the stables so that we can take the horses in the pasture. (the rope isn't visible because i'm holding him very close to make sure he doesn't get out.)

this morning i realized that i was out late last night with a group of friends at northgate (the place--and the only place--to spend a friday night at a&m) and was out riding horses this morning. it's official: i live in texas now.

and it's not that bad.

the road at the end of the day

there's a lutheran church a few blocks down the street that i've started wandering down to when i talk on the phone.

walking back this evening, i was looking down the tree-lined street and feeling the cool humid air and thinking about how i live in texas now. i thought of how strange it was when i first moved here, and about how i'd left behind my life in utah. and now that i've been here for 20 months or so, it feels normal to be here. i don't know if it'll ever feel like home, but it's where i am now and i'm ok with that.

i thought about a lot of things, although what i'll talk about at my thesis meeting tomorrow wasn't one of those. but it probably should've been.

somebody that i used to know

"without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's."