In light of my eccentric post yesterday, I thought it was time for a ramble. Today's writing is inspired by www.powazek.com and accordingly, www.fray.com.
Every day
My routine is reliant on slacking. Every night, I go to sleep at 3 because I don't want to bother getting up. Dinner stays up with me. Even with that, I try to wake up by 9 but I give myself another "five minutes" to get to the next round number. When I'm up at 11:20, I can shake my fist at whoever I want, but I get up anyway. By then, I swish through some chocolate milk — traditional breakfast doesn't go well for me, especially since we're out of decent cereal and oatmeal requires too much effort — usually done by 12. And then, I'm on the site, looking through posts, editing, changing. It's never finished for me. It's one of those annoying things that wants to endure a lot longer than it's supposed to.http://www.biscuitrat.com/mt4/mt.cgi?__mode=view&_type=entry&id=19&blog_id=1
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And I assume, because of that, I love it so much. It's just like me.
The slop
I make messes. I'll wear a sweatshirt and find it the next day strewn over my chair. Sometimes, gravity has a sense of humor and lets it hang, barely clinging to the chair. Even like that, it looks worse than being squat on the floor. I've discovered recently that I have more stuff than I'll ever need in my life. After shoveling school supplies upstairs after the end of the year, I found at least three binders I'd barely touched yet intended to use. Instead, the binder that I had put ~180 pages of my novel in was chock full of other papers, literally bursting at the seams. Why? It was closest.
In cleaning the gameroom yesterday, I felt something pretty profound. There is so much potential in this room that's just wasted. All our furniture clings to the outer edges of this big room. Instead of something nice, we have a fold up card table that serves me as a desk when I bother to use it. My neighbor tried to give us a desk but as it turned out, he had broken it while dismantling it.
Yes, it's still here too.
So what's left on my list for my drab house is this: my room, the area around my piano which I formally called a dining room — we don't technically "dine" in it, the living room, and if I feel nice, my older brother's room. He, like me, inherited the messy complex. Since he's studying to be a doctor at UT Southwestern, Dallas, he subscribed to JAMA magazine in the hopes that some day, it would adorn his bookshelves in his office. The professional twist.
Nope. He's never read them and never intends to. The room is an eclectic mix of Blizzard, Tranformers, and Spawn action figures — and then on the floor in what used to be a nice pile are the magazines. My god, my entire house is reflected by the quality of that one room. So much space and so much mess. It's enough to make someone freak.
A different kind of profound
So I watched Being John Malkovich yesterday at my brother's recommendation. It's certainly my style of movie, but more than a bit odd. Definitely revived the good old days of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood and The Muppet Show with its crazy puppetry. However, I still love John Cusack and the chimp, Elijah, so it all works out.
One book I extremely want to borrow the writing style of is My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. It's just so incredibly beautiful to read through. It's clear, it's poetic, and at the same time, you know it's perfect. I definitely recommend it to anyone out here. It's sad, yes, but life and happiness come hand in hand with tragedy. Shakespeare and Jacob Have I Loved (Katherine Patterson) taught me that.
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Chiem said:
Sometimes i stay up late too, til 4 a.m and then i wake up at 1pm and have lunch. Looking through posts, editing, changing, etc. are interesting i think.
OMG your brother’s room is amazing ^^ that doesn’t make me freak at all. i dun like blizzard though.
Posted on June 10, 2006 3:28 AM; Permalink