"I wish I could go back to college"
(Wednesday, September 26, 2007)
(From the musical Avenue Q as mega plugged by Shar)
KATE MONSTER:
I wish I could go back to college.
Life was so simple back then.
NICKY:
What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again!
PRINCETON:
I wish I could go back to college.
In college you know who you are.
You sit in the quad, and think, "Oh my God!
I am totally gonna go far!"
ALL:
How do I go back to college?
I don't know who I am anymore!
PRINCETON:
I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!
Ohhh...
I wish I could just drop a class...
NICKY:
Or get into a play...
KATE MONSTER:
Or change my major...
PRINCETON:
Or fuck my T.A.
ALL:
I need an academic advisor to point the way!
We could be...
Sitting in the computer lab,
4 A.M. before the final paper is due,
Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner,
And seeing the rest of the class there, too!
PRINCETON:
I wish I could go back to college!
ALL:
How do I go back to college?!
AHHHH...
PRINCETON:
I wish I had taken more pictures.
NICKY:
But if I were to go back to college,
Think what a loser I'd be-
I'd walk through the quad,
And think "Oh my God..."
ALL:
"These kids are so much younger than me."
The man Maria
(Sunday, September 09, 2007)
You Who Never ArrivedBy Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me--the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...
Ah. So this is 22.
(Saturday, September 08, 2007)
Birthdays are always happily sad and sadly happy. The wordplay is useless, but there's a point there somewhere.
I had to work today, but I'm cool with it. The free delicious food cheered me up. And besides, the dream of having an absolutely work/disturbance/worry-free day is long lost. I just have to get used to it.
After said work, my mom and I attended mass, visited uncle in the columbarium, had dinner, did the laundry, and now, I'm here snacking on cereals while SuperPoking people on Facebook. Radical. :)
Thanks to all the well-wishers and gift-givers. :) As far as gifts go, one can never go wrong with a book. Or a can Vienna sausage, for that matter. Haha. You made aging a little more fun and bearable. I love you all. God bless.
