Trek it!
Well, no work today. Even though I woke up at 5:30 AM... alcohol will do that to you.
I watched the game between USC and UCLA. I thought Cal sucked when we played USC, but damn, UCLA was raped. It was strange, I was rooting for both teams, and against. The only times I rooted for USC is when they showed various signs about the Rose Bowl, and my intense hatred for the Texas Longhorns took over.
I await the carnage of Texas. USC will destroy them. It will be glorious and I shall rejoice, and most importantly of all, I can go back to hating USC.
But not until they humilate the Longhorns.
Why, yes I'm bitter, why do you ask?
Jokes, as told by Alice's roommate:
Name one thing USC and UCLA have in common
-- They both got into USC.
::Much laughter ensues::
Name another thing USC and UCLA have in common
-- They both didn't get into CAL
::CAL students go into hysterics::
I should have studied (more) today... My procastination, is of course, still going strong, but the footsteps of imminent doom and failure are getting louder and louder.
Speaking of imminent doom, can I just say that walking between Unit 2 (for either visiting Mad or Alice again) and my apartment is much shorter now adays. The only downside is that I feel like I'm gambling with fate everytime I walk back. As if it'll be the 100th time I'm walking home and a Berkeley transient will pop up from the bushes, and snarl, "Barbara Lin. This is your 100th time walking these streets during nightfall. According to statistics you now must be assaulted either physically or sexually. Resistence is futile!"
In which case, I will just have to surrender my carnal treasure, for then I have already become a statistic.
And yes, I did say "carnal treasure". (Win a Date with Ted Hamilton, anyone? .... Anyone?)
Which is silly, because statistically I live in a pretty safe place, not to mention I feel much safer walking here than home in LA, which is pretty much safe as well.
And the following is an LJ-Cut, because, apparently, I can spit out wordage like no other and "clog" up people's friends pages.
Since when have I become so considerate you ask? Since the freakin' Clippers are in first place and Lakers in last.
There are very few moments, especially during Finals Season, when one feels totally and completely at peace. You know, one of those moments where you truly understand that quote from The Hours/Michael Cunningham:
Clarissa Vaughn: "I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility, you know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself that this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me that it wasn't the beginning... it was happiness. It was the moment, right then."
It was nice, I had one of those tonight. It was in the study lounge at Towle, and me and Madhav were just lying there, listening to his floormate, Grady play the guitar. He's really quite talented, and his songs remind me of Jack Johnson. All the while I was laying there, I couldn't help but think and let my mind wander.
Things like... Grady is one of those dreamers who wants to be a rock band, and conversely, smart enough to apply to Haas. I wonder all of that is going ot turn out? Or, how, in the most disturbing moment of dinner tonight with Madhav, Niketa and Anna, when we realized we only have two years of college left. Which means, I have already experienced half of it, with only half of it to go.
Which, is of course, disturbing.
Which, then led to dancing thoughts of the ever imminent and disturbing future. From my finals, to abroad, to graduating, to jobs, etc. You know, when your mind goes to that scary place about adulthood and responsibility.
::shudder::
And, it was at this exact moment, that Heidegger made sense to me. Yes, all of you guys are like... huh? But, for my Simpsons and Philosophy class, I had to lecture on Heidegger. Long story short, Heidegger believes that people should enter the Third Realm more often.
The Third Realm, as defined by him, is basically a place where you appreicate the temporal and spatial moment, ignoring the physical and psychological aspects of that said moment.
I know, I know, wtf? right. But bascially, it's.... ignore everything else and just enjoy the damn moment.
And so, laying there, in Towle's studying lounge, I found myself finally understanding my lesson plan I taught over a month ago. I actually found myself not only understanding it, but following it as I ignored thoughts about the future and the fate of Grady, myself or Madhav. Or some combination of such.
And there was something undeniably wonderful about laying on Madhav, one ear able to hear his heartbeat, the other listening to Grady play and just... enjoying it.
It was wonderful, if you insist on being overdramatic, but really, it truly just was... the perfect moment.
I watched the game between USC and UCLA. I thought Cal sucked when we played USC, but damn, UCLA was raped. It was strange, I was rooting for both teams, and against. The only times I rooted for USC is when they showed various signs about the Rose Bowl, and my intense hatred for the Texas Longhorns took over.
I await the carnage of Texas. USC will destroy them. It will be glorious and I shall rejoice, and most importantly of all, I can go back to hating USC.
But not until they humilate the Longhorns.
Why, yes I'm bitter, why do you ask?
Jokes, as told by Alice's roommate:
Name one thing USC and UCLA have in common
-- They both got into USC.
::Much laughter ensues::
Name another thing USC and UCLA have in common
-- They both didn't get into CAL
::CAL students go into hysterics::
I should have studied (more) today... My procastination, is of course, still going strong, but the footsteps of imminent doom and failure are getting louder and louder.
Speaking of imminent doom, can I just say that walking between Unit 2 (for either visiting Mad or Alice again) and my apartment is much shorter now adays. The only downside is that I feel like I'm gambling with fate everytime I walk back. As if it'll be the 100th time I'm walking home and a Berkeley transient will pop up from the bushes, and snarl, "Barbara Lin. This is your 100th time walking these streets during nightfall. According to statistics you now must be assaulted either physically or sexually. Resistence is futile!"
In which case, I will just have to surrender my carnal treasure, for then I have already become a statistic.
And yes, I did say "carnal treasure". (Win a Date with Ted Hamilton, anyone? .... Anyone?)
Which is silly, because statistically I live in a pretty safe place, not to mention I feel much safer walking here than home in LA, which is pretty much safe as well.
And the following is an LJ-Cut, because, apparently, I can spit out wordage like no other and "clog" up people's friends pages.
Since when have I become so considerate you ask? Since the freakin' Clippers are in first place and Lakers in last.
There are very few moments, especially during Finals Season, when one feels totally and completely at peace. You know, one of those moments where you truly understand that quote from The Hours/Michael Cunningham:
Clarissa Vaughn: "I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility, you know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself that this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me that it wasn't the beginning... it was happiness. It was the moment, right then."
It was nice, I had one of those tonight. It was in the study lounge at Towle, and me and Madhav were just lying there, listening to his floormate, Grady play the guitar. He's really quite talented, and his songs remind me of Jack Johnson. All the while I was laying there, I couldn't help but think and let my mind wander.
Things like... Grady is one of those dreamers who wants to be a rock band, and conversely, smart enough to apply to Haas. I wonder all of that is going ot turn out? Or, how, in the most disturbing moment of dinner tonight with Madhav, Niketa and Anna, when we realized we only have two years of college left. Which means, I have already experienced half of it, with only half of it to go.
Which, is of course, disturbing.
Which, then led to dancing thoughts of the ever imminent and disturbing future. From my finals, to abroad, to graduating, to jobs, etc. You know, when your mind goes to that scary place about adulthood and responsibility.
::shudder::
And, it was at this exact moment, that Heidegger made sense to me. Yes, all of you guys are like... huh? But, for my Simpsons and Philosophy class, I had to lecture on Heidegger. Long story short, Heidegger believes that people should enter the Third Realm more often.
The Third Realm, as defined by him, is basically a place where you appreicate the temporal and spatial moment, ignoring the physical and psychological aspects of that said moment.
I know, I know, wtf? right. But bascially, it's.... ignore everything else and just enjoy the damn moment.
And so, laying there, in Towle's studying lounge, I found myself finally understanding my lesson plan I taught over a month ago. I actually found myself not only understanding it, but following it as I ignored thoughts about the future and the fate of Grady, myself or Madhav. Or some combination of such.
And there was something undeniably wonderful about laying on Madhav, one ear able to hear his heartbeat, the other listening to Grady play and just... enjoying it.
It was wonderful, if you insist on being overdramatic, but really, it truly just was... the perfect moment.