suburbia

even after only about a month and a half, home feels so foreign to me; parsippany has never sounded so tranquil as it does now. my house seems like a mansion, the town looks more spacious than i once perceived it to be, and the air smells wonderfully fresh.

i never realized how much the city life has consumed me. maybe i am changing more than i thought, slowly morphing into an urbanite living in the fast lane.

sitting on the couch in my living room, i feel time slowly trudging along. i want it to speed up, but it doesn't. it just goes at its own pace while i go at mine. the tick-tocks of the analog clock above the television seem to resonate more than they should. and as the morning sun synchronously rises with the steady rotation of the second hand, i sense a difference from night and morning, a difference not readily apparent within the perpetually bustling streets of manhattan.

it's nice to be home again.

19.

why is there no totoro halloween costume?

i don't think i'll ever fulfill my dream of becoming a big, furry forest sprite that flies on a spinning top and rides a nekobus. (another question: why is there no nekobus halloween costume?)

bee booboo bop booboo beep?

it's been two days since my laptop broke.  i feel like i can't function properly.

it's kind of sad to see how much i've been whipped by technology.  it's also kind of scary knowing how much i need technology.

this world is becoming so modern.  we are a society ruled by robots.  SKYNET IS AFTER US!!! (don't know why i'm making a terminator reference, since i'm not particularly fond of the movie series).

on the note of computers, i've realized that i cannot see anything aesthetically appealing about PC's anymore.  Apple's got me trapped under its pearly white whip.  yay?

--

true story (gives me hope)

a few nights ago, i was walking around the city with some friends.  we passed by these three girls waiting at the side of the road, one of whom was extremely drunk and lying in a puddle of dirty rain water.  the other two were trying to get her shoes back on and lift her up, but it was no use.  at this moment, one of my friends went over and bent down to the level of the drunkard, putting her shoes back on even though they'd been drenched in dirty water, and helped her back up.  it's spontaneous acts of kindness like these that GMH.

another reason why steve carell is one of my favorite actors

oh, all the years i've endured without ever watching anchorman......

did someone order one heaping pile of fortuity?

so there's this girl in my writing class. she didn't really catch my eye when i first saw her, but that changed after a few more classes. hopefully this change of mind wasn't caused by my somewhat desperate inclination to find a girlfriend (oh, did i just say that? ahaha, i did!) regardless of why i'm suddenly attracted to her, I'M GOIN' FOR THE GOLD (no, i'm not talking about sex...i'm not like that.)

so far, i've only gotten one chance to talk to her. in fact, that occasion was almost too perfect to be true. here's what happened: the class was peer editing each others' rough drafts for our essays; the teacher let everyone choose editing buddies, and how fortunate was i to be sitting right next to her! so i looked, she looked, and we both gave each other half smiles (which translated to "sure, why not! after all, you're sitting right next to me, and you don't seem like a creep, so i'm fine with you being my peer editing buddy!") then the editing commenced, during which i put up some small talk, just to let her know that i knew how to converse with other human life forms (i.e.- not a shy litto azn [what if she likes shy litto azns? crap]). after we decorated each others' papers with check marks and brackets, the teacher ended the class. as everyone walked out, i made sure to hold the door for her (+1). also, i got onto the same elevator as she did (+1); since everyone from the class crammed into the same elevator, i didn't look like a stalker. and THEN the most opportune moment came: she told me that she was going to the teacher's office to sign up for a writing conference, something i'd yet to do as well, so i nonchalantly told her that i'd tag along (+40398571809743108470750982). and even better: no one else wanted to go, so only us two walked to the teacher's office (+13084791390573901825789312790845713092748190327409827).

as for the conversation during the walk, it was nothing spectacularly mind-blowing; of course, the odds of that happening are usually quite slim. BUT i didn't make myself look silly by saying something dumb or obnoxious, so i'm very glad for that. success!

yep, fortuity tastes gooooooooooood.