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I overslept today. Forgot to set the alarm.

I woke up early enough to make it to class if I got up and ran. But who wants to run? I decided to just show up late to the first class. I got up and showered, and realized I had some bills due. So I balanced my checkbook, and drove to the train station to catch the train in time for the second class. I got there and ordered a sandwich at the coffee shop. My train came while the dude was making it. Oh well. I stayed and ate the sandwich. It was tasty.

I had a book with me for my upcoming project, but I just couldn't get into it. My brain is totally spaced out today.

I got on the next train. There were two small children in the seat behind me, noisy and excited to be on an adventure. I put my book away and just listened to their conversation. I would guess the little boy was about 4 and the girl might be 6. Two little blonde kids, travelling with their mom and mom's friend, headed into Philadelphia to have lunch with Daddy. I wish I could have recorded their conversation. It was fascinating and entertaining at every turn. I wish I could have videotaped it. Maybe when I get my new camera, I will do that. Just randomly videorecord strangers on the train.

Man, this anthropology thing is really rubbing off. I am kinda liking it. I didn't realize when I chose it as my major exactly how much it suits my brain. But it really does. I have investigative and observational tendencies anyway. Now I am putting them to scholarly use. Except I can't turn it off... I am studying everyone and everything around me.

So little girl was trying to get little boy to lay down on her. And then she wanted him to kiss her. "We love kisses," she said. This wasn't like kiddie porn.. this was just a big sister being cuddly. Then she said, "It's Opposite Day! I hate kissing. That means I love kissing, because it's Opposite Day." I had to laugh at that... how does every kid everywhere know about Opposite Day? It's too funny.

I realized that the train I was on would arrive at Temple just in time for me to catch the last ten minutes of class. Ten minutes isn't really worth it, I figure... even though those last ten minutes are usually the best part. I really do like my classes and I hate missing them. But my brain was totally off today.

So the question became: Go to class? Or just hang out on campus and get some work done? Or perhaps blow off the school thing and take the train into Center City with the small children to visit their Daddy? (as the tall buildings of philadelphia came into view out the window, little boy got very excited and shouted, "Those are Daddy's buildings! We're getting closer to my Daddy!") Another option I considered was to stay on the train, or switch trains, and go somewhere else entirely. Maybe catch the R3 out to Media, just for kicks. Walk around maybe, visit old hangouts or new ones. Heh. No reason I can't. I don't have to be at work until 2. If I'm gonna play hooky, I might as well make it an adventure.

In the end, I got off at Temple and came straight to the computer lab. In my defense, I did do a little bit of school stuff. But then I went to Amazon to check on my camera order, and I got SUCKED IN. You know how they recommend stuff for you? I started browsing my recommendations, rating stuff, clicking the "I own it" and "Not Interested" boxes accordingly, and occasionally adding to wish list. It's interesting to watch as you rate and select different items, that your recommendations change. Product tracking is narrowing down. Or broadening, actually... I think I open more choices with every bit of feedback.

The funniest thing that little boy said this morning: "Mommy, I think I didn't wipe very good." Mommy said (with a semi-embarassed titter) that she'd help him take care of it later. Then big sis said, "you can sit on my lap!" as if that might help. That's a bit of a mystery to me. I couldn't stop giggling.

I have to go catch the train back. There is something else going on here... I have an issue about a party tonight that I am maybe invited to but I am nervous about going.

You see, there is an anti-Melanie faction that I can't quite pin down. The guy I hooked up with last week is a major figure in the anti-Melanie crew. I suspect he may have started it. This drama goes back almost ten years. I hate this insecurity I have... I am not sure what to think. Mike says that it's all old news.. that anyone that might have once thought poorly of me, has since met me and revised their opinion. It matters to me way too much what people think of me.

I have had problems with this crowd before, with my uncertainties. I often feel like I don't belong. Like I'm not welcome.

Perhaps it is all in my head.

If I don't shut up I'll miss another train.