Thursday, June 4, 2009
To say the least it’s been a busy end-of-the-quarter. I know I’ve made a habit of posting highly irregularly, as opposed to the daily rantings of old, but these past few weeks have been in one way or another quite hectic. And being concurrently hit with an utter disinterest in writing much of anything doesn’t help matters much, either. So, the question arises, what have I been up to this whole time? If I told you I had been doing something productive, I would be partially lying.
I’ve been failing logic, experiencing sexual frustration, blacking out (or so I’m told), enjoying/being terrified by Paper Mario vision (without playing Paper Mario), stealing music from a gay English professor, excelling at my political theory class, discussing shallow ponds and the scores of babies drowning in them, giving myself flavored emphysema to the sweet sounds of Frank Sinatra, easing into Lady Gaga, taking the problems of my friends as dead weight on my shoulders, and getting excited at the prospect of killing some Turks online. Orhan knows what I’m talking about.
Last night though, somewhere between my dorm room and the hookah bar uptown I lost my iPod. Good news is all my music is still comfortably on my computer (knock on boners), bad news is unless I’m engaged in conversation or in class I’m listening to my iPod. So going cold turkey here is like taking the pipe away from the crackhead. Will it turn up? Hopefully so but probably not. At times like these I would say “fuck my life”, but a friend of mine was greeted not ten minutes after waking up with a special phone call from his mother. Not only is his uncle being taken off life support, but his father apparently has skin cancer. Suddenly the iPod doesn’t seem so troubling, but the loss of that frustration is replaced by this strange thing people call “sympathy”.
In somewhat related news, as it turns out today was my grandmother’s birthday. A stubborn 84 years old. And while this is the first year I’ve forgotten it, she had to be reminded of it too. The Alzheimer’s will do that to you, you know? Anyway, I did give her a call once my mother reminded me to and we had a brief little conversation. I told her I was a political science major here, and she asked if I was going to be the next President. “You’ve got a vote–well two votes, mine and yours!” I don’t think the Presidency is on my radar, but it was still nice to smile on an otherwise dreadful day. The sun didn’t even come out, so I guess those words’ll have to do for today.