What to wish for. (It's dandelion season)
As I held the dandelion in my hand, I gathered all my breath a couple times to blow the fluff off it and make a wish, then realized each time I didn't know what I was going to wish for. After casting aside several boy-related potential wishes (because when you wish to make out with someone and it comes true, you know you should have just wished for world peace, and then you just feel bad... although actually come to think of it you're also pretty psyched that you made out with someone...) and superpower-related wishes (because I only wish for things that have a good chance of coming through... but damn, I'd be fine with flying or having a secret camera built into my eye) I finally settled on one. (Parentheses!) To pass the afternoon well.
See, how it works is that I can tell you what I wished for now, because it came true.
I don't study for my midterms. I don't get as much sleep as I'd like to. I don't apply for a job at as many places as I hope to. I've been doing a pretty good job of doing all of my reading... so long as it's poetry and broken up into conveniently small sections so that I can feel satisfactorily accomplished as I do it. Recently Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Christina Rossetti have been great. But as soon as I open up my reading and it's prose, or an essay, I struggle with my attention span. I still manage to do pretty alright in school, though.
And also, I have fun. Like today Lucy and I played the Sims, made mini marshmallow s'mores in the microwave, went to the store, and had a delicious dinner of homemade crepes, made by Lucy. AND I did all of my reading that was poetry. And tomorrow I get to read a lovely combination of Descartes and Turing for my Robots class. I know it's prose, and not poetry, so it'll be a struggle, and I haven't checked how long it is yet, but I'm pretty excited. My professor said that Turing's chess games were like a combination of chess and Calvinball, where if you got up and ran around the house before your opponent made his or her move, you got to move again. (See, Lucy! I do learn things as an English major! Great things.) I would have lost this game.
The real question is not what to wish for, but rather, why am I writing this and not going to sleep right now?