Sunday, October 24, 2004
keeping in touch with reality, or I decide to change my font colour
Greetings.
I just wanted to say to everyone who I haven't been writing to lately that I'm not being negligent out of spite or malice, or even laziness really, but rather because school has been driving me a bit insane and I didn't want to bore you with a bunch of rambling which you would feel obligated to read since I sent it directly to you.
Rather than create a line of utterly self-absorbed correspondance, I will allow you to read some rantings in here, thereby negating the need for you to read them in emails.
I have a book report due tomorrow, and things are not going well. I am totally intimidated by the prof, who feels the need to criticize everything I say in class or hand in to him, and as a result I am paralysed by inertia. If anyone knows a lot about the development of Orthodox Jewish communities in the suburbs of Toronto, feel free to direct me to the right conclusions. Because at the moment, they're all sounding rather silly.
In other news, I ran into a somewhat debonair professor of philosophy last night whom I had followed around for a day as a part of a job-shadow assignment in Grade 11...or 12, those years tend to blur together in my mind. He was alarmingly attentive to everything I said, as was his "friend" Charlie (my mother denies that he is actually gay), who has the same name as my cat (the friend, not the prof), and I started to wonder if I was:
a) an interesting demographic to watch and listen to on a Saturday night after a few drinks
b) a pretty face
c) very witty and urbane or,
d) just favourably affected by jazz bar lighting.
I settled on an optimistic combination of the above possibilities.
It was after a single cocktail and an hour of listening to very chill jazz in a bar downtown that I realised how very sedate my life has become. I am in danger of becoming complacent, and if it weren't for my constant desire to spin around in public just to see if anyone notices, I might start to worry about it.
I have too much energy and not enough time to roll around in grassy fields.
And I'm pretty sure I got a phone call this morning telling me that "I've got a place to live" with Neil Young playing in the background. But I'm not sure. There was a bit of a purple haze surrounding the whole thing. Maybe I need to get a some more sleep.
Oh yeah, and that gymNAST, Marian Dragulescu, is a crazy egomaniac, but he vaults like magic. If I ever manage to propel myself off a platform using only a springboard and manage to complete two full somersaults and a half pike in the air, I will die a very very happy clam.
And on that perfectly satisfactory note, it is time to work.
Ta ta.
-N
