STresS
late nights
TIRED
brain overload
work overload
COME ON CHRISTMAS
there are certain songs that make my heart calm down
they make one live in the present
and then all of a sudden I see
the snow falling outside the window
one remembers, realizes
a world exists outside of finals
in Minnesota.
Which, ironically, is a good way to handle finals. they shrink to their real size.
HTC
We are sitting there in a booth, eating cookies and tea, playing B. S. and letting the stress ooze out into the seats, wherein our bums sink happily, having had the way paved by a million other rear ends. This older man comes up behind Rachel and Heather and I, and begins speaking in French, somthing about how are you doing madames, you have good numbers in your hands of cards, don't show them to anyone...French is the most lovely language. I don't know if I can describe how gentlemanly and friendly this was. Something about his tone, like a lovable grandparent.
on the bus.
It was crowded, I was standing behind a very tall fellow, his backpack two inches from my nose. He had a very nice Camelbak water bottle in the side pocket. I could have leaned forward, unplugged it with my teeth, and taken a long drink without him noticing. I was suddenly seized with the desire to do just that.
Don't worry, I didn't.
ah downtown how i love thee
Went to nicollet target
to get me some mascara
observing all the businesspeople
listening in on their businesslike conversation
i walk in the restroom
and rejoice on seeing a stall with the door ajar
push it slightly and jump internally
there is an adult person in it
not a kid here people.
she does not notice
after a moment
opens the door and leaves
AWKWARD
ahahahaaa
CHRISTMAS. Also known as Dylan This Is All Your Fault.
He had to mention that what he was going to do over break was curl up with a stack of books and not move for a few days.
This awakened in me the realization that I MISS READING. Not shcool reading, though I enjoy most of my textbooks. Books. Books for the sake of books. Books of beautiful pictures, like Vogue articles and National Geographic. Story books. Kids books. Books about weird subjects like gut decisions and Tim Burton. Old books. Novels. The Christmas Carol. That book of fashion illustrations. Books not read to pass time on the bus or while swiping cards. Reading for the sake of reading, done in a cozy chair, possibly in a coffeeshop, or downtown in some bookstore, or at home next to the benevolent Christmas tree, occasionally interrupted by silly siblings or cats. Accompanied by hot cocoa or coffee and music. And then interspersing this with adventures and amigos, or family dinner, or knitting, or whatever.
ARRRGGHHH. (the castle of...). well. i feel better with that expressed. Now, there is a free lecture on some pattern software business that i should go to, for the sake of me career. Till we meet again, my friend.
Signed, Gyp.
