Up with the sun

Now, in spite of the fact that it does mean that, for the last many weeks, I am chronically not getting enough sleep by a long shot... there is something oddly neat about waking at dawn. Showering by the grey light of a sky that I rarely get to see overcast, before the sun gets to business and burns off the morning haze; listening to the racket of finches that fills the almost-artificial trees that line my street... I enjoy being able to have time in the mornings, surely... it's nice to walk to the coffee house and get a cup for myself and my roommate before he heads out to his even earlier work day. I can buffer my time between waking and leaving the house, as well as between leaving the house and actually arriving at my workplace... it makes me feel like I actually own some of my time, which has been a struggle periodically in recent months. For some reason, I don't feel guilty working on, or thinking about, my own projects if I woke up at 6 30 AM to do so. Now, I DO work on and think about my own projects the rest of the time, too, I just feel bad about it because there's so much other stuff hanging over my head right now.

The only other thing I can say is that I hope my body isn't too accustomed to using dawn as a metric for wakeup time, or else Alaska is going to be difficult this winter -.-

Nothingpost:

On the way in to Santa Monica today, the there was a girl sitting at one of the bus stops we passed who was absolutely fully done up in that 'Lolita' style of dress and general persona. While people effect various different stylistic choices in their daily wear, I rarely see very many folks just out and about (kids or otherwise) who are all out in their element (with the exception of all the emo kids, who I find to be unattractive invariably). But never this sort of a look, particularly not on a girl who wasn't Asian.

She looked like one of the dolls that I quietly oggle in mythosidhe's journal with some frequency. I wanted to take her home and put her on a shelf, she was so cute.