what a mellow sunday night. it's quiet up here in 505. i'm not quite sure if richard is awake or asleep (he got up from his 30 minute nap on my bed - again! and i haven't heard since) and christine is off to torture unit 1 kids pretending to give off knowledge. just kidding, she's an amazing writer and i'm sure the papers she edits end up getting high grades. but things have been floating through my head and i never get the time (or moment of inspiration) to write them down. so this will sound truly rambled and broken up but hell, i'll give it a shot. & i just don't feel like writing that damn BA paper - i could care less if firms should pay dividends to its shareholders because it's not like that affects me. i'm just a starving college student.
i think life is moving too fast for my own thoughts to catch up. in the rush of classes, leisure, and everything else, i find that there isn't even any time to just think. and at those moments you think are times to just think, you don't come up with anything. and it frustrates me, it really does. i just want answers sometimes and i just want to know. but hell, it's been awhile since i've had either and i'm getting pretty damn used to this confusing conundrum of a semi-charmed kind of life. haha, i wrote "semi" and i just had to write "charmed kind of life". that was useless. but anyhow. answers! now!
while i was walking back from the library (it looks the same, even after 8 months!) i passed by the tennis courts and when i saw the familar yellowish-green tennis ball being smacked i was suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia. i miss tennis. i miss playing it, watching it, but most of all, being a part of it. seeing that tennis ball in the air immediately brought me back to this one sunny but chilly day when we were at st. mary's getting completely crushed by them - but for one moment, i was able to escape the feelings of disappointment. and hearing the wonderful pop of the tennis ball vibrating off the tightened strings of the racquet gave me that moment - down 1-5, love-30, i had hit a perfect down the line winner and snapped the purple strings off my racquet. needless to say, i went on to lose that match 2-6 but hell, i was divine for that one moment. i miss tennis; i didn't even bring my racquets up.
okay, i think it's time for me to seriously get work done before the practice starts. love that show!
i think life is moving too fast for my own thoughts to catch up. in the rush of classes, leisure, and everything else, i find that there isn't even any time to just think. and at those moments you think are times to just think, you don't come up with anything. and it frustrates me, it really does. i just want answers sometimes and i just want to know. but hell, it's been awhile since i've had either and i'm getting pretty damn used to this confusing conundrum of a semi-charmed kind of life. haha, i wrote "semi" and i just had to write "charmed kind of life". that was useless. but anyhow. answers! now!
while i was walking back from the library (it looks the same, even after 8 months!) i passed by the tennis courts and when i saw the familar yellowish-green tennis ball being smacked i was suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia. i miss tennis. i miss playing it, watching it, but most of all, being a part of it. seeing that tennis ball in the air immediately brought me back to this one sunny but chilly day when we were at st. mary's getting completely crushed by them - but for one moment, i was able to escape the feelings of disappointment. and hearing the wonderful pop of the tennis ball vibrating off the tightened strings of the racquet gave me that moment - down 1-5, love-30, i had hit a perfect down the line winner and snapped the purple strings off my racquet. needless to say, i went on to lose that match 2-6 but hell, i was divine for that one moment. i miss tennis; i didn't even bring my racquets up.
okay, i think it's time for me to seriously get work done before the practice starts. love that show!
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