every second dripping off my fingertips

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Lately I've been lying in bed a lot more than usual because I refuse to go out. My feet have become somewhat of a nightmare and I blame it on my new set of footwear. So right now I'm treating it with cream, which I must admit came a little late because being the stubborn jerk that I am, I refused to accept the obvious diagnosis. I also think it's partly due to my skin becoming dry because of the medication I'm on. Hopefully I can get rid of it before I enlist.

Well it's not that I have become a hermit. On Friday I went to UCC to attend Asher's play.

Me: (approaching the ticket counter) Hi, I'm here to collect my tickets. My name is Gareth.

Counter guy: Oh you're Asher's friend.

Me: (with so much pride) YES I AM.

Okay so I'm pathetic. But at least the play was awesome for some parts. The characters adopted a British accent that on occasion sounded pleasant, while other times it was mind boggling. It boggled the mind so much that I had a headache. Naomi had to get my boggling under control (she was suffering as well). I have to say I'm proud of my heritage of sorts, because two of my seniors (I think) played rather interesting characters. Naomi even wanted to adopt one of their accents because it was so... funny. The play had several episodes of blatant sexual humour that screamed "ACS", and altogether, there were intense scenes, as well as scenes that were so silly, it was almost ridiculous. I think we had great fun that night, and there shall be many more nights to come.

Yesterday I also spent another intelligent afternoon discussing Naomi's assignment. It helped to get my literature gears working again, although I do believe they need a bit of oil. They must have rusted from all the lazing around at home, not doing anything literature related. I can't say I miss literature as a subject either, but I do have some sense of missing school. I felt that as I was walking around school recently with Krupa, looking for teachers to chat with. I have left remnants of my presence there as a sign of my undying affection towards my school. My spirit will always always be there.

Today as we traveled around after mass, we were busy counting how many people were "reaching for the apples on the tree". Adam and Eve must have had it difficult, and screwed humanity over for generations past. But these apples are mine.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
6:31 PM