2004-07-02
The Metamorphosis
Antique, gold, fresh...I find that every day I wake up the first thing that I do is smile.
I can't help it, because I feel this metamorphosis and everything is beginning to make sense and if I just sit down and drink my tea and read Voltaire, life will once more make sense.
"I love u happy, libet! Keep it up! " that's what Vin wrote on my notes page, and I want to tell her that I love me happy too. So I have finished my term paper, I have received an "A" on both my final and midterm, and in conclusion, I have passed U.S. Foreign Policy Section 2 with flying colors. When I get back home, John and I are going to go and watch the Michael Moore documentary, which he hasn't even seen as of yet. I'll probably also go and have lunch with Evelyn and Brienne. I have been giving more and more serious thought about taking a trip to Spain. I would have to make up my mind and decide on whether or not I would like to stop at Madrid. And in case you are wondering--Vin--this is not solely to get laid by a handsome Spaniard, although that would be quite nice... But I digress, and continue to write about the meaningless events going on in my life because I am much too sleepy to actually take the time--much less the effort--to turn this entry into another one of those "Walden Pond" replicas. I have not finished my book yet, but in my defense, I have quite busy with term papers, finals, Starbucks trips, etc. As a matter of fact, I should be the upset one here, because I haven't had a San Pellegrino for over three weeks now. My friends are advising me to slowly give up caffeine, yet, I simply cannot part with it for it would be unnatural. Ok, so here's the anatomy of a boring morning: My alarm clock does not go off because I don't have class, and I feel as if that overwhelming feeling of stress that has been plaguing me is now lifted. At my own deliberation, I retrieve my headphones and turn on the laptop while simultaneously speaking into my cellphone so that it can voice-dial home. My mother picks up and I chat with her for about twenty minutes just to say "hello, I am alive on this Friday morning, June 24 at 8:35 a.m." So anyway, I listen to my daily rock bands which include a bit of Yellowcard (too much is unhealthy), Nirvana (Bleach), Malice Mizer (it's Japanese, don't hurt yourself trying to figure it out,and of course, I deviate from the routine and put on Bocelli and then some Vivaldi. I type at a very fast pace in order to finish up my conclusion..."Despite the close proximity, Cuba and the United States have--for the past forty years--severed all economic and diplomatic ties..." And so on, and so on until I quote from a book--not just any quote, my conclusion must be perfect and meaningful--to wrap everything up. And taking a shower with Victoria's Secret body wash is beyond bliss, and I forget about my term paper. Breakfast--a glass of grapefruit juice--ruby red--and fruit. I am appalled at what and how people eat these days--simple carbohydrates such as pastries mixed with calorie-ladden and not to mention artery clogging Polish sausages? I am simply amazed that the human body is able to digest such a superfluous amount of unhealthy shit. Well, my five minutes is up. Love, Me