Self-indulgence
I have memories floating about these days.
Its like my brain decided to reflect on all of college as it happened, simultaneously. Also, memories are inextricably linked and so you rediscover those old trails of thought, buried under so many leaves of irrelevance and age. Perhaps a bit of alcohol too, but I doubt it. I haven't blacked out yet, and I don't plan on doing so anytime soon.
I'll wake up and find old images flashing across my retinas. These bring up thoughts that are related to such old images - I'd remember Robin from ages ago and remember the time we started social dancing together, and seeing her now, competing with a team. I'd remember how dull freshman year was in comparison to these past two years, and think of what I could have done with that year if only I knew what I could have done with that time, if I could have thrown off that shackle of habit where parents dominated. I think of how good the old fencing days were, just starting out and watching the club veterans always dominate, no matter what. They were always my guides to good fencing, and its funny how unshakeable that is in my head. It's funny about that kind of reliance that can breed, on how its "Oh, thats Fez, he can bring in that medal for the team." So on and so forth. I also have a memory of a dance pit at Whole Earth Festival with the DJ playing an awesome mashup between Iron Man by Black Sabbath and Rage Against the Machine and seeing long black hair fly about that just brings a smile to my face.
Meh. Time for new memories, but its always good to recollect.
I can't wait for September. There's this:
and this:
http://www.calacademy.org/
All with Karen. Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Its like my brain decided to reflect on all of college as it happened, simultaneously. Also, memories are inextricably linked and so you rediscover those old trails of thought, buried under so many leaves of irrelevance and age. Perhaps a bit of alcohol too, but I doubt it. I haven't blacked out yet, and I don't plan on doing so anytime soon.
I'll wake up and find old images flashing across my retinas. These bring up thoughts that are related to such old images - I'd remember Robin from ages ago and remember the time we started social dancing together, and seeing her now, competing with a team. I'd remember how dull freshman year was in comparison to these past two years, and think of what I could have done with that year if only I knew what I could have done with that time, if I could have thrown off that shackle of habit where parents dominated. I think of how good the old fencing days were, just starting out and watching the club veterans always dominate, no matter what. They were always my guides to good fencing, and its funny how unshakeable that is in my head. It's funny about that kind of reliance that can breed, on how its "Oh, thats Fez, he can bring in that medal for the team." So on and so forth. I also have a memory of a dance pit at Whole Earth Festival with the DJ playing an awesome mashup between Iron Man by Black Sabbath and Rage Against the Machine and seeing long black hair fly about that just brings a smile to my face.
Meh. Time for new memories, but its always good to recollect.
I can't wait for September. There's this:
and this:
http://www.calacademy.org/
All with Karen. Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.