Naïve? Super!

There are a few things that I say people must do.

You must listen to this! (Death Cab)
You must watch this! (Amores Perros)

And now I’m telling you, you must read this!

Naïve. Super by Erlend Loe

I see so much more of myself in this fictional Norwegian guy than I have ever seen in anybody else. Quarter life crisis at its most hilarious!

‘We toast to my not being psychotic.’

No, Not This

The lights are off when I sleep now.
Things are quieter in my head.
The creature is not quiet in my heart.
He says I should love her.
And why not? I think.
There is nothing stronger than this.
And the others…

One has forgotten.
One is too far.
One does not know.

But you can’t pick because you can’t choose.
And I never would kiss her even though it seems easy.
We are not meant for this.
For greater things, yes.
For there are greater things than this.

(You may not think so)
(But there are)

These Are The Days

Okay, so I'm not dead.

Too much and too little are happening right now. I'm up to my eyeballs, surely sinking (or is it thinking?) in my work, but it all looks rather dandy. Thank heavens for the people who created AutoCad, bless their hearts. I'm off to Danial's in an hour for his model-making services - that guy is particular, which is is a great trait - and I think that I might just finish up all my work by tomorrow night.

Power to me? Definitely.

I keep complaining every term and not do my work on the sheer fear that there's too much to do, when in fact, it really isn't that back breaking at all. Although my osteoarthritic knees keep popping and creaking every time I get up from a bout of drawing, but that's beside the point. The obsessive cleaning up that I've been doing every half hour or so is a useful but very tiring tic that developed since the marathon work session started, so my room's extra spiffy now. Whee.

Life is brilliant. I really know now who the people I can depend on are and who I can say what to. Those Get With The Program routines are... kinda working for me, making conscious choices in what I eat and all that jazz. And I think I may be falling for him again, which resulted in a funny thing happening last Friday. Was walking around OU with the mother, daydreaming about the Mr Right Now when a familiar voice comes on the speakers accompanied by rather familiar guitar riffs. Mr Right Right, MY John Mayer's No Such Thing was playing - in the middle of Giant, no less - reminding me that he's my man and I shouldn't waste time thinking about guys who are bad for me and think about him, the kinda-famous singer-songwriter who first stole my heart four years ago. Don't worry John. I always have and always will adore you. But right now you're too far away to satisfy my, er, physical needs. Who cares if he's a pigheaded schmuck, he's hot and grab-able, that's good enough for right now. Also helps that we'll be making out to Death From Above 1979 and The Album Leaf, but that's if I can snag him. He makes me wanna lala, alright.

I'm off now, and hopefully when this is all over with I will consult that list I made a week ago and visit all the people that I need to catch up with. Oh and I'm starting music lessons (teaching, mind you) so if you know anyone who's interested in playing the piano/cello, let me know. I need to earn the bucks to join the gym soon.

Love, peace and all that is sparkly and good.