Exams aren’t over, I lied.
But I just finished a close to impossible one today and feel I rightly deserve some blogging down time.
So I decided today, after a week of being cooped up in my room with my textbooks, notes, pens, whiteout (yes I use whiteout while taking notes) and facebook being my only company, and having a host of other obligatory activities and duties eating up my life… that I am just one of those people who cannot, and should not, ever, be busy. I honestly think I possess the lazy gene (that gene exists, I’m sure of it). I love things like sleep, escalators, 30 minute wake up-to -get out of bed allowances, MAKING myself real breakfasts, etc. I even moved downstairs because my room upstairs was too large. It should not take you more than five steps to get from your bed to your closet! I suppose I just function most optimally at a slower tempo. 5 minute showers, leaping to my car as I’m still putting on shoes, small talking with 10 different people in 15 minutes, schedules and schedules!
To me, that’s not really living life.
Here’s what I call truly LIVING: College, first year. Roommate and I are loafing and sprawled out together on her bed, unwashed hair, sweats, our unrestricted bellies rising and falling as we laugh lazily at each other’s corny jokes, or recounting other people’s corny jokes and laughing at them because we secretly, but not so secretly, think it’s very funny. The only light source is coming from the glow of my computer from across the room. We are munching on a pile of delicious clementines one of our mothers probably packed for us. All of a sudden, my screen saver starts up, the one where bubble letters bounce around slowly in a pitch black background. Well, there goes our light source. There we were faced with two stumping options: walk over to the computer and disturb the mouse to re-instate the original brightly-lit desktop, or walk over to the other side of the room, where the light switch is. Ah, but why not create a third option? Jane proceeds to grab a pile of clementine peels scattered randomly on her bed and propels them at my idle computer. After a couple attempts, we manage to hit the right spot and turn my computer back on. Mission accomplished! Why walk, when you can chuck clementine skins?
Jane Yang… my kinda girl <3
Moving on- so here we have my not-so-beloved corner of my room in which I spent the majority of my past week. I’m not sure why I’m posting up this picture. Or any of these.
My diet during this time. Chocolate fudge pop tarts, girl scout thin mints and samoas, swedish fish gummies, cappocino wafer sticks, hot chocolate, and wasabi chips. Notice I was “Eating Right”. With the wasabi chips, anyway.
My anal schedule, posted around a day and a half before my test, as well as some good ol’ verses from the bible to inspire, reassure, and pretty much prevent me from ripping out my roots.
And finally… an unexpected slurpee delivery. This was by far the best cup of pina colada slurpee I’ve ever had =)
Ok, that was sorta fun, and pointless.
Apologies. My brain is horribly dead and depleted today. Empty. Vacuous… Emtpy. Common post-exam symptom, what with all the information jam sessions and sleep deprivation… no surprise. It’s almost like feeling a bit tipsy, a numbing of the mind that puts up a palm to your super-ego and says, “nah uh, not this time. it’s Mr.ID’s turn”. I like it. It’s a peaceful feeling sometimes, not thinking or feeling, just being, and resting in existence.
I feel like a tree. I’ve always wanted to be a tree. A willow tree, or a chestnut tree! Anything but the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. That wouldn’t be peaceful at all.
Goodnight.
