What's Yo Theme?
Oh, how I've been neglecting my duties as a writer. I wish I spent more time doing this, but there's so much to be distracted by. I'm like a little fucking kid-- focus, focus, oooh pretty colours on the Internet! Oooh pretty colours in music! Ooooh pretty colours in textbooks!
It can be said that my brain is mush right now. I've been writing another short story all day today, and I've barely got three pages. Fuuuuuck. What ever shall I do? Focus, focus, focus.
A couple nights ago, I went to Gryph's with Ben and the housemates. A few got drunk, Ben very much included, seeing as he had an entire pitcher plus a couple glasses of Hoegaarden. That tends to get you a little funny, seeing as drinking Hoegaarden is comparable to drinking a cloud. Anyways, I went back to the townhouses with Ben, while the others staid behind at Gryph's to drink more. The back door to his house was locked, so he started throwing his wallet at the window to get someone to come down and open it. That took long enough.
Later, Dave got high as usual, but Jess and Sarah and I only did a little bit because frankly, it wasn't a good night to be paranoid and giggly. I had lots of work. Cluster Leader Matt came over and tried to get high, but he couldn't quite figure out how to do a bong, due in part to the fact that he is a noob. Anyways, afterwards, Jess, Sarah, and I reflected on Matt's recent awkwardness and absurdity, then came to the conclusion that he's always been awkward and absurd and that he was never our favourite.
Yesterday, Wayson Choy came to our English class to impart some wisdom to us. It was pretty intense. He told us about his life growing up in Chinatown, Vancouver during the 40's and how it has affected his writing. He also talked about how what is important is always invisible, and how what you may not have noticed when you were younger will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. I don't think he necessarily meant haunt in a negative way. Rather, this thing that has always been a part of your life is your "theme." He believes that his theme is luck. When he was first born, the Elders all remarked that he was a "lucky" child. Not lucky in the sense that fortune smiles on him, but in the sense that there is something, be it spiritual or subconscious motivation, that makes him "feel lucky" and pushes him in a certain direction. He is a brilliant man. There are few so aware of their purposes in life.
So what's my theme? Here I am with my hands skittering away at the keyboard, deliberately avoiding my story that's due tomorrow at five. I have to get back at it. When I figure out what my theme is, I'll write about it.