Dreams
So since i have been in merry 'ole England, without tv, i have been having the most incredible dreams. From fighting cabbage patch kids that have aspirations of world domination along side GI Joe, to going to see the dali llama, him telling me laugh, to producing and directing a play about my life, they have been uber realistic. I think that without the brain numbing effects of the tv, i have a lot more time to use my "imagination".
Other than the fantastic dreams, things are going so well here. Last night I watched the Godfather part 2 with Rich, Dustin (The Dream), and Amber (Red Sox Fan). It was one of the best nights i have had here...we just sat around in my room eating chinese food and watching the movie. I think i need to have more nights like that.
Classes are going well. I have to read about 3-4 books a week. Not too bad since i am a fast reader and the subject matter is something i am interested in..Nicole, Evan, i think you know what i am talking about...and goda sayed eit was fooken sweata. I am never reading milton...ever again. I really like my modernist fiction class, i am the smart one, the go to guy when no one else in the class will answer a question. Modern drama is good too...we're reading waiting for godot this week. Postmodernism is good as well, but i think the teacher likes to hear himself talk.
I miss all of you in tucson. It has as been really weird to be here when all that stuff was going on back home. I feel detached yet strangely embroiled in it all. Weird.
Sasha, hang in there with school...only a few more months till graduation...then college...WOOOO HOOO. Freedom.
Jesse, Keep the paintings coming, cause one day you will be famous and they will be worth money.
Evan, What can i say man, i miss you.
Blaser, Have a good time working on the cruise...i miss our random drives...who knew there was a lake in Sauharita?
Bella Duchessa...ˆ ç嘘ø† ∑分 †ø ß´´ ¥ø¨
Lastly, here's 2 poem's
It's that time of day when the earth breaths,
Fog slinks along the ground, shrouding the stars,
that is when i miss you.
It's that time of day when the sun pokes through,
Warming my face, restoring color to the earth,
that is when i miss you.
It's that time of day when the rush starts,
Noise and light pollute the air, the sun dies,
that is when i miss you.
No matter how much time passes,
i will miss you. till we see each other again,
I am missing you.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
¡Ciao! µå†˙ˆåß
Other than the fantastic dreams, things are going so well here. Last night I watched the Godfather part 2 with Rich, Dustin (The Dream), and Amber (Red Sox Fan). It was one of the best nights i have had here...we just sat around in my room eating chinese food and watching the movie. I think i need to have more nights like that.
Classes are going well. I have to read about 3-4 books a week. Not too bad since i am a fast reader and the subject matter is something i am interested in..Nicole, Evan, i think you know what i am talking about...and goda sayed eit was fooken sweata. I am never reading milton...ever again. I really like my modernist fiction class, i am the smart one, the go to guy when no one else in the class will answer a question. Modern drama is good too...we're reading waiting for godot this week. Postmodernism is good as well, but i think the teacher likes to hear himself talk.
I miss all of you in tucson. It has as been really weird to be here when all that stuff was going on back home. I feel detached yet strangely embroiled in it all. Weird.
Sasha, hang in there with school...only a few more months till graduation...then college...WOOOO HOOO. Freedom.
Jesse, Keep the paintings coming, cause one day you will be famous and they will be worth money.
Evan, What can i say man, i miss you.
Blaser, Have a good time working on the cruise...i miss our random drives...who knew there was a lake in Sauharita?
Bella Duchessa...ˆ ç嘘ø† ∑分 †ø ß´´ ¥ø¨
Lastly, here's 2 poem's
It's that time of day when the earth breaths,
Fog slinks along the ground, shrouding the stars,
that is when i miss you.
It's that time of day when the sun pokes through,
Warming my face, restoring color to the earth,
that is when i miss you.
It's that time of day when the rush starts,
Noise and light pollute the air, the sun dies,
that is when i miss you.
No matter how much time passes,
i will miss you. till we see each other again,
I am missing you.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
¡Ciao! µå†˙ˆåß