Realized today that I have not watched TV since January. I watched an episode of The Simpsons on January 5th, the day before classes started last quarter. Aside from that, there was the 30-hour Twin Peaks marathon, which didn't count because it was videos, and several movies: River's Edge (finally saw the ending!), Barry Lyndon (fell asleep, got a nice eight-hour night of sleep, woke up, and the damned movie was STILL on -- that wacky Stanley Kubrick), and Being There. Oddly, I don't miss it. At all.
Spring has come to Olympia, and television has no place here. WHY would anyone want to watch television when they could go to the beach to watch the sunset? WHY, when one can sit in Red Square (don't ask) amidst dijery-doo (I have NO idea how to spell that) playing folks who smell like incense? When it's sixty-five degrees and the sun is shining, and these freakish little red daisies are popping up everywhere? TV? When one could be doing homework? Fuck that shit! I'm excited to do my homework! I'm pissed off when people keep distracting me from it.
Something I find remarkable is the lack of jubilance among the folks I've been thinking of as friends. What the hell is wrong with people? Why were people bitching about the 20-minute line in the registration office? So fucking what? It's a beautiful day! Why was this kid Lloyd wandering around like somebody just ran over his dog? I said to him: "Lloyd! Cheer up! It's a beautiful day!" Lloyd grunted and said, "I NEVER thought I'd hear that coming from YOU."
"Why not?" I was actually astounded.
Lloyd grinned a lazy grin and said, "Because... uh... you're wearing black?"
*sigh* I'll have to take that into account; people think you're a lame-ass pessimist if you wear black.
Am taking two courses this quarter; had my first class for Consciousness Studies today. I must admit, nothing much really happened, but my professor... ohhh, he's a one-man pep rally. He also looks like how I imagine Pan -- the god, not the cooking utensil -- might look: he's just got these excited, half-crazy eyes. I imagine he's the sort of person who would paint landscapes and portraits with nail polish so that he could hang them outdoors; THAT sort of half-crazy. He has a grizzled, joyful goat-like grin, and a laugh to match. If he wasn't, like, sixty or something, I'd have a crush on him. Sh. Don't tell.
Watched the sun set from the Overlook at the beach, talking to some guy who'd found a nice there to sit on.
Gonna buy some kids some alcohol, and then I'm going to do my homework: an essay examining "how do I write?" and a proposal for my project for Consciousness Studies. This quarter is going to be so easy, yet so challenging, and SO fun..... And what the hell! Maybe it will stay warm and sunny!
Love,
~Helena*
PS -- You know why I'm so happy? Because shit is awesome, and I'm not going to let anybody turn awesome shit into dramatics and whining. *smile*