School is kicking my butt.
I just made another pan of rice krispies.
Utah (the trip, not the move..though the move, as well) isn't coming soon enough.
Flagstaff is in desperate need of snow.
My elbow hurts.
Where the heck did I put my box of crayons?
I want some Mac n' Cheese; the SpongeBob kind.
What does rain smell like, again? I forgot.. ;)
That 7 hour nap commencing at 2pm and ending at 9pm..bad idea.
^The exact stream-of-consciousness that reeled through my brain in 45 seconds
Today I went to the Randolph Center. We played with/sang to severely disabled adults. At first, I was super intimidated. I didn't know what to expect, or how to act.
The man I was assigned to was Earl. Earl doesn't talk. Earl doesn't walk. Earl doesn't do much of anything other than stare at the ceiling. He loves when you wave American flags above his face, though. And stroke his head.
It was amazing. One of those experiences that reminds you how much love you can have in your heart. And makes you feel human, again.