Today you can't really see the mountains, replaced with a grey smudge on a window of inspiration. Which isn't to say grey isn't inspirational. Anyway. I'm excited because break is soon and I ordered 8 awesome, cool CD's on amazon which should arrive in like a week or so. I sort of messed up 6 of them because I made them deliver to the Physics Department at the U of M. But somehow we'll get them I suppose. And since you're so interested, I'll tell you guys which ones I ordered.
Ben Folds Five- Whatever and Ever Amen, The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner and Naked Baby Photos
Ben Folds- Songs For Silverman
Red Hot Chili Peppers- By the Way and Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Rolling Stones- Hot Rocks
So yeah. It'll be great. I have no idea how I'll bring all of my CD's and new stuff home though, because my suitcase(s) were already pretty full when he came, but yeah... they could be magical carry-on.
SPEAKING OF going home, Jamuarmy is nearing to a close, which then leaves me (us) with a mere 5 months left! And February is about half break, so that should go fast. Then there's March, 2-week break in April and the home stretch in May and June, both of which contain a few long weekends. Looks good to me.
Sometimes I get nostalgic over here. The weirded-out attacks are way fewer and I guess my brain is just set on this ending, like really set on it, but for some reason that concept seems weird. I keep playing over different scenarios in my mind, keep counting down the days, keep writing and thinking, keep holding on to old memories of life back there. And since I sort of like it here now, it is a considerable amount more pleasant and going pretty fast.
But since I somehow always get rambling on that self-centered subject, I'll change for both our sakes. Or just stop writing altogether. My next class is SVT, which I don't like much. We got a sub, a very short-, black-haired guy with thin side burns and a bit of a five-o'clock shadow, who'll stay till about April who seems alright. He talks a ton, and often forgets I don't speak French. I get tired of his rambling, which even though is in a different language and therefore easier to tune out, makes me want him to just shut up and speak English so my brain can actually understand what the crap he's talking about. I like having my brain understand things. My brain likes that too, I suppose.
I think I have a sort of curse. Because of this whole thing. The curse is basically, that my brain will have this reflex or habit to often times translate things I read, things I think and just.. things into French. Or at least sort of comparing the two languages. As I have mentioned, my English spelling and vocabulary is sometimes hesitant. It actually doesn't happen much in English classes, but when it does it's incredibly annoying. Maybe useful in some sense, and it will probably fade once I won't hear French about 7 hours a day.
Ugh. The East won the NHL All-Star Game. Whatever.
I wonder what I'd say if someone asked me what "all this writing" on this paper was.
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I forgot to mention a few things. I had a most interesting Tuesday, because my sport teacher wasn't there. Which meant 3 free hours in the morning. Which meant I could go play hockey. It actually wasn't all that fun because, well, of the usual reasons I guess. I don't think I got enough sleep, so I was especially slow. Excuses, excuses. Sigh. I just wish I could play with people that didn't have deadly slap shots, could skate at least 2 times faster or that made me feel like a.... like a measly kid compared to their height. Or that didn't try to make plays, pass to me (but in a way I was grateful for that) or just... offer... encouragement-ness. But I guess sometimes you gotta be tough. It was just a practice.
So after hockey, I of course took a shower and all- if I didn't, it would have been the most ultimate hygienic fail. And I got a pastry. I should really eat more... French like things. I mean seriously. What the crap am I going to eat when I get back home?
The Host is turning out to be awesome. But even I need a new perspective break after reading that. Just part of being human, I guess. Which is pretty much the whole point of the book.
I'd really really really like to see and know what other people thought of me, and basically everything. People just need to be frickin' free. One guy once said death was the ultimate freedom or something, because that's when a lot of people just leave a note (say) what they really think.
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