the day is breaking
My mom has taken to like looking at the pictures I've taken after being with friends. The problem with this is that she'll look at them on the camera, before the opportunity to edit them (safe for parental eyes) has represented itself (due to either laziness or otherwise, hmm, not sure). The problem with this is that there is something inexplicably wrong/uneasy about the woman who gestated you seeing pictures of drinks in your hand (perhaps sometimes one after another...), or someone licking your face.
So, this means that I'll edit the pictures from Casino Night 2006 right fast and then never worry about it again.
It was funny to spend the weekend back in Ann Arbor. This upcoming weekend may find me there again, but we'll see. At least Thursday night, hopefully until Sunday noon time. We walked around to show Asier's Spanish friends the city and it was odd to look at the city as a tourist. So many new buildings and stores are popping up. Not just small buildings, but massive ones to take places of empty lots or fields.
It's also nice to see somewhere with new eyes. Like it's the first time you've ever seen it. It felt like that scene in Dead Poets' Society where the professor has them stand on his desk, look around, then hop down. The same way in which looking at the world upsidedown can change the mood of the day, or looking down from the branches of a tree. You dig?
I also spoke with Asier. He's right--the end of the tunnel is in view and it has made all the difference in the world. I am obsessing with the written word again--about languages and the necessity to learn about fifteen more. About dreams that are as big as the sky and that seem as easy to fulfill as making toast. It's nice.
The green is becoming green, and I suspect that we'll have leaves on trees by next week. What could be better?
So, this means that I'll edit the pictures from Casino Night 2006 right fast and then never worry about it again.
It was funny to spend the weekend back in Ann Arbor. This upcoming weekend may find me there again, but we'll see. At least Thursday night, hopefully until Sunday noon time. We walked around to show Asier's Spanish friends the city and it was odd to look at the city as a tourist. So many new buildings and stores are popping up. Not just small buildings, but massive ones to take places of empty lots or fields.
It's also nice to see somewhere with new eyes. Like it's the first time you've ever seen it. It felt like that scene in Dead Poets' Society where the professor has them stand on his desk, look around, then hop down. The same way in which looking at the world upsidedown can change the mood of the day, or looking down from the branches of a tree. You dig?
I also spoke with Asier. He's right--the end of the tunnel is in view and it has made all the difference in the world. I am obsessing with the written word again--about languages and the necessity to learn about fifteen more. About dreams that are as big as the sky and that seem as easy to fulfill as making toast. It's nice.
The green is becoming green, and I suspect that we'll have leaves on trees by next week. What could be better?
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