I have climbed high on this thin rope, but the fall is steeper than I’d care to acknowledge.
ps) I officially declared my Major today. I’m a Film Studies major with a Spanish minor (probably soon to be a Film/Spanish Double Major, but we’ll see.) I thought I would feel more relieved than I do, and I wonder why I’m not freaking out. Perhaps this is right.
I would like express thanks for onions, because onions are delicious, nutritional, and are excellent when put in soups. That being said, thank you to the cooks at Bon App for the delectable French Onion soup today. Many tears were probably shed in its production.
On a second note, Jacob and I chatted for a short while last night; he asked me if I have been good and going to yoga lately. I told him I hadn’t been for about two weeks. He sighed. The man knows me. I’ll be back in the studio tomorrow night with any luck.
The Darjeeling Limited is still one of my favorite movies. I just finished watching it for the umpteenth time on my laptop. Wes Anderson, you’re the man.
I’m really hungry. 5:00 P.M. dinners aren’t efficient when I’m staying up this late. A substantial breakfast is in order, as well as a huge cup of coffee before I hit up English and Theology.
Devotion to small, quiet times in the name of stillness, listening to my own breathe and heartbeat. Devotion to that moment where I feel my consciousness detach from my body, and rather sit inside it, and expand to the ceiling of my skin, to the tips of my fingers, leaving just enough room for separation. For thought.
I don’t want to do anything this weekend.
But. I must. There are things to do, things that require me getting out of my sweatpants.