...11:25, blurry. This is how people accidentally sleep in.
I could have looked for work, but instead I read a 24K story about two boys falling in love. I searched a job site half-way through, when things looked like they might not work out - even though they always do. There were no jobs on that site. One at an architectural firm - I like architecture, but I never studied it. So many things that I like but never studied. The boys fell in love, were always in love, lived ever after, presumably happily.
Eat a bagel. Clean your room.
The only thing I like about cleaning is that it's when I listen to music. I can't listen to music while I write or read - so it's either when I'm walking somewhere or when I'm cleaning. I used to listen to music when I did my math homework too...back when I had math homework.
People assume sometimes that, just because I studied history and I read and write a lot, that I must be bad at math. It's not true - I was brilliant at math. I loved it too. Formulas...I loved memorizing and using formulas. I drew detailed pencil sketches of birds on my pages of formulas that needed to be memorized - not because I was bored, but because I wanted everyone to be able to see how beautiful it all was.
I got an A+ in Finite Math (learned how to make cyphers, calculate numbers of combinations), I aced my Calculus final. I took Algebra and Geometry long enough to learn how to graph in three dimensions, and then I dropped it. Not because I couldn't do the course, just because at that point, I wasn't interested in the rest as much as I was interested in my History and Creative Writing courses.
I can't do math in my head though. Even the basic stuff, I count on my fingers.
Tigerlily Road by Ian Tamblyn is a good song. About the past and how you can never step in the same river twice - and how things aren't lost, they are just living forever. It makes me miss so much, nostalgia....and it makes me grateful for all of it too. These past few years haven't been as easy as previous years, but I'm sure one day I'll forget all that and think of these days just as fondly as I think of the days when I loved and was loved to such an extent that I thought the beauty of the world might kill me.
I've been waiting for the day when someone asks me how I'd prefer to die. "I want the beauty of the world to kill me." It'd be terrifying and wonderful.