when you float like a cannonball
This is my feverish, nyquil-ed post. Goddamnit, its been an hour since I've downed the gels and I am neither relieved of this fever nor am I feeling the vaguely sweet drowsiness that nyquil inspires. mmm....drowsiness. WHERE IS IT?
woke up this morning (who am I kidding, this late afternoon) feeling like death. Feverish, aching from being in bed too long (do you know what I mean? it's an awful sensation) or maybe it was from so much unpacking yesterday. Anyway, stumbled upstairs to get water, tylenol, claritin, turned on the television and felt nauseous so I turned it off. Got up and started feeling all of the warnings signs of passing out...nausea, white lights, lightheadedness. All in all, an awful afternoon.
Somehow the tylenol kicked in and I made it to BOHA, feeling just fine, if you ignore the cold sweat. Triple won again, which is good I suppose. I actually thought Dalton did a great job and they're probably not happy about the consecutive win...hopefully they'll be good sports and go back next year if there's another BOHA. Saw some '04 girls: Sarah W, Zoe B, Pam, Liza, and Elena was there. It was the weirdest Spence experience yet, I think we were all a little twilight zoned when we left. Something about...I don't know, no one really cared that we were there haha. Oh well, that's how it goes.I should go back sometime just to say hello to the faculty, they're all I really care about.
This is going to be a long entry, because I'm basically going to write until the nyquil kicks in. Just warning you. Get a bowl of popcorn or something.
Spence popped up in This Side of Paradise which was amusing. Some of his writing seems so insensitive, but some of it is just so lyrical. and impossibly romantic. I love impossibly romantic things. I'll try finding a passage.
Never mind, my mind can't focus long enough of a passage to deem it worthy to post. It must be the nyquil, finally.
Anyway, so I get back from the city and on the train ride back my mind seemed unnaturally clear and I felt very prism-like, perched on the edge of the subway seat.
And soon after I get back home, I became feverish again. Watched "The Baby-Sitters Club Movie" which was hilarious this time around. Had planned on watching it instead of going to BOHA but I got the best of both worlds today, no? I used to love the BSC series when I was younger. I only read series as a child: Babar, Boxcar Children, Baby Sitters Club, Agatha Christie...don't know why. Still love them: Harry Potter, LOTR, Laurie King.
Listening to the Amelie soundtrack, and one of the tracks end with a jewelry box melody...do you know what I mean, I can't remember if there's an actual name to it, but the tinny song that plays when you open a jewelry box. Anyway, hearing it brought up a memory from...years ago, I can't even remember it clearly, I just remember opening my mom's jewelry box and hearing the music and crying. Something must have happened, but I can't remember what. I just know that I always associate that kind of thing with sadness now, a really deep nostalgia for something.
Alright I'm really tired of typing in this thing. Not quite tired yet, so I guess I'll browse the Internet for a bit and go to bed.
woke up this morning (who am I kidding, this late afternoon) feeling like death. Feverish, aching from being in bed too long (do you know what I mean? it's an awful sensation) or maybe it was from so much unpacking yesterday. Anyway, stumbled upstairs to get water, tylenol, claritin, turned on the television and felt nauseous so I turned it off. Got up and started feeling all of the warnings signs of passing out...nausea, white lights, lightheadedness. All in all, an awful afternoon.
Somehow the tylenol kicked in and I made it to BOHA, feeling just fine, if you ignore the cold sweat. Triple won again, which is good I suppose. I actually thought Dalton did a great job and they're probably not happy about the consecutive win...hopefully they'll be good sports and go back next year if there's another BOHA. Saw some '04 girls: Sarah W, Zoe B, Pam, Liza, and Elena was there. It was the weirdest Spence experience yet, I think we were all a little twilight zoned when we left. Something about...I don't know, no one really cared that we were there haha. Oh well, that's how it goes.I should go back sometime just to say hello to the faculty, they're all I really care about.
This is going to be a long entry, because I'm basically going to write until the nyquil kicks in. Just warning you. Get a bowl of popcorn or something.
Spence popped up in This Side of Paradise which was amusing. Some of his writing seems so insensitive, but some of it is just so lyrical. and impossibly romantic. I love impossibly romantic things. I'll try finding a passage.
Never mind, my mind can't focus long enough of a passage to deem it worthy to post. It must be the nyquil, finally.
Anyway, so I get back from the city and on the train ride back my mind seemed unnaturally clear and I felt very prism-like, perched on the edge of the subway seat.
And soon after I get back home, I became feverish again. Watched "The Baby-Sitters Club Movie" which was hilarious this time around. Had planned on watching it instead of going to BOHA but I got the best of both worlds today, no? I used to love the BSC series when I was younger. I only read series as a child: Babar, Boxcar Children, Baby Sitters Club, Agatha Christie...don't know why. Still love them: Harry Potter, LOTR, Laurie King.
Listening to the Amelie soundtrack, and one of the tracks end with a jewelry box melody...do you know what I mean, I can't remember if there's an actual name to it, but the tinny song that plays when you open a jewelry box. Anyway, hearing it brought up a memory from...years ago, I can't even remember it clearly, I just remember opening my mom's jewelry box and hearing the music and crying. Something must have happened, but I can't remember what. I just know that I always associate that kind of thing with sadness now, a really deep nostalgia for something.
Alright I'm really tired of typing in this thing. Not quite tired yet, so I guess I'll browse the Internet for a bit and go to bed.
posted by Deb Oh at 1:44 AM
1 Comments:
deb, you're a poet. jewelry box music... i used to have lots of music boxes. ballerinas inside, twirling. good stuff. i hope you're unfevered and well, dear. you rave of fitzgerald... i recall loathing gatsby. maybe it was my tenth grade angst when i was like "upper class woes, boo hoo... cry me a river, don't write me a novel." maybe i'll feel differently someday... maybe not. hope you feel saludable (espanol, what what) soon. infinite love and blessings dearie: your favorite manager.
ps- i saw kingdom of heaven. orly was fab... as in nice to look at.
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