how do people remove their personal lives from their school lives?
i haven't been able to figure this out yet
i am so easily distracted by everything else that is in my head the important little things that so often consume me and my thoughts
little bloggy maybe i'll just visit you more often get thoughts out over the computer
pizza brings me joy so does coffee and the x files
my new favorite thing is sitting in laynes backyard on her outdoor blankets drinking the wine in the day time talking about boys and shit like that it's really quite wonderful.
this summer i want to go swimming i want to sit by the ocean i want to sleep on a lawn i want to dance with friends and make jokes while smoking cigarettes and drinking beers i want hugs and kisses and late night conversations over silly videos
i think we can make this happen dudes don't study just party shit i was supposed to make cookies today.
they really get it they understand love life maybe? to know that you would travel into the future only to go back into the past to love a woman who youve never really met except once or twice in a park or museum.
oh . the french.
the other day i remembered that i love filling a tub full of bath water before i get in
so often ill sit in the tub while the water rises rarely do i let the tub fill before i choose to relax inside
the other day i waited and waited and when i submersed my body in that steamy tub water i got it i remembered how wonderful it was to sit in a tub full of soapy warm water
remember - this blog is about love
and god damnit do i love full baths and french people.
it goes as fallows: wake up (to three alarms) school come home to eat food with karl and deedee (when shes home) back to school and than various tv shows.
it's really quite simple -
i miss the people that aren't here and cherish those that are
i hope the world is treating everyone well - jimmy i hope france is wonderful dave i hope new york isn't so snowy that you die stef i hope you made wonderful music while you were away from it all (and i hope to hear what you've created someday soon)
tonight everyone's asleep and i'm playing final fantasy XII it's really quite nice.
i used to see my life as being something that i had already done i was often very worried that i was in fact just reliving things i had already accomplished - that i was not actually living in the moment but that i was standing at the gates of heaven telling the story of my life to that dude who guarded the entrance i was telling it and re watching it seeing everything i had done and yet was unable to remember the things that came after my current stage of the story i though: i am not a part of this world - i am a memory - these people im talking about them and knowing them because they meant everything to me.
does that make any sense?
today i see that as being a silly child who wouldve loved to have read descartes so she would know that to think these things meant she was in fact living and existing in the now
i am living you see breathing in and out everyday all these things that are happening to me are happening to me for the first time
the way i deal with them how i accept them are unknown before because i did not know of them
the love i lose the love i find is all new because it is something that i never knew would exist
obviously right?
tomorrow may bring a war an apocalypse a new hope (obi wan?)
anything well maybe not anything
((there are some things that cannot change that we cant take back no matter how hard we try but those things revolve around death)) anything else?
maybe everything else is game - everything else is possible ?
i wonder
i wonder as i listen to ben lee and think of all the possibilities before me all the sadness behind me and i thank every part of everything for the fact that i get to do this for the first time that i get to live and walk and read and love.