His name was Julio Eglasias.
I feel like I'm coming upon a moment of clarity.
Evidence:
All I care about this week is finishing my reading, which has me enthralled.
Then a long weekend in Philadelphia and/or Atlantic City for Joey's independent study.
And then all I have to care about until Spring Break is the same as above, which is to read up.
And then all I have to care about is making it to summer, and securing an internship with someone who isn't Charlie Winch.
Joey dropped me off from Steph's party at about 4AM Saturday morning. I wasn't really drunk, but I was a little. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then crawled into bed. In my dreams, I was back at work at Tamerwin, and I was pissed off and obstinate with my boss and someone else for whatever reason--probably because I was told to mow something I'd mowed the day before. Charlie and the other guy start yelling at me, and I argue back for a few moments, but then realize that for me to yell back is completely useless. So I nod apologetically as they continue to lay into me, as I unzip my pants, and proceed to piss all over them, with a smirk on my face. Then I zip up, punch out, and walk home.
I woke up in a panic half way home, freaked out that I might have actually pissed the bed. I checked myself, and I hadn't, and I sighed drunkenly and fell asleep again. When I woke up in the morning, I checked again, because I was totally unconvinced that I'd checked during the night. Once again, I let a sigh of relief escape me, and I fell asleep again until 1PM.
I went to a hockey game last night with Matt and Dad and Lynette. It was about as lame as I thought it would be. I have no school spirit at all. One of the candidates for student body president is trying to turn school spirit into a campaign issue. His Facebook group is bigger than the other two's, and if I vote, I'll probably vote for him. It has nothing to do with his policy positions, of course. I'm probably going to vote for him because he's gay, and I think that the figurehead of this school's student body should be some kind of minority. That's the only reason the current president got my vote--he's one of like 200 black kids on this campus. And I am all about breaking ceilings.
Evidence:
- I quit The Revolution... for this year. At least for this year. In its present form, it is a rag and it is contrived as something that it is not. This was an easier decision than I thought it would be. I decided that I can better invest my time than worrying about printing deadlines that never materialize; EX: I was thinking I might try out for another student film, and try to figure out a way to finally finish mine.
- I think I'm going to withdraw from my poli sci nightmare. I do not want to spend my Wednesday's freaking out about Kyle Scott's delusions of grandeur. This decision is not made final, because I need to talk to an academic adviser before I do something like this, but I feel like it's surer than it was two weeks ago, when I first started mulling over it.
- Withdrawing from POL 352 leaves me with a 14-hour semester, which is light, but totally respectable. If I can snake an internship this summer, then I should be fine. In the meantime, I'm going to The Alexander House tomorrow to get a job. I think my altered schedule, along with my extensive ass-kicking in the kitchen, should bode well for my efforts.
- While reading Einstein's Dreams yesterday, I decided that regrets are stupid, and that I no longer have any. The reason for this is that I've totally realized what Einstein was getting at when he figured out time, and at the same time, I realized that infinity is just a series of do-overs, and anything that I've fucked up in the past, I'll get a chance to clean up the mess sometime in the future. Fuck--I might even be cleaning it up already on some other plane of existence. So you might say I'm a little better honed into my existential reality than I was a month ago.
- All of these options make more sense to me than my life in its present state does.
All I care about this week is finishing my reading, which has me enthralled.
Then a long weekend in Philadelphia and/or Atlantic City for Joey's independent study.
And then all I have to care about until Spring Break is the same as above, which is to read up.
And then all I have to care about is making it to summer, and securing an internship with someone who isn't Charlie Winch.
Joey dropped me off from Steph's party at about 4AM Saturday morning. I wasn't really drunk, but I was a little. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then crawled into bed. In my dreams, I was back at work at Tamerwin, and I was pissed off and obstinate with my boss and someone else for whatever reason--probably because I was told to mow something I'd mowed the day before. Charlie and the other guy start yelling at me, and I argue back for a few moments, but then realize that for me to yell back is completely useless. So I nod apologetically as they continue to lay into me, as I unzip my pants, and proceed to piss all over them, with a smirk on my face. Then I zip up, punch out, and walk home.
I woke up in a panic half way home, freaked out that I might have actually pissed the bed. I checked myself, and I hadn't, and I sighed drunkenly and fell asleep again. When I woke up in the morning, I checked again, because I was totally unconvinced that I'd checked during the night. Once again, I let a sigh of relief escape me, and I fell asleep again until 1PM.
I went to a hockey game last night with Matt and Dad and Lynette. It was about as lame as I thought it would be. I have no school spirit at all. One of the candidates for student body president is trying to turn school spirit into a campaign issue. His Facebook group is bigger than the other two's, and if I vote, I'll probably vote for him. It has nothing to do with his policy positions, of course. I'm probably going to vote for him because he's gay, and I think that the figurehead of this school's student body should be some kind of minority. That's the only reason the current president got my vote--he's one of like 200 black kids on this campus. And I am all about breaking ceilings.