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Friday, October 22, 2004
There's nothing like the Friday night of chillin' alone in an empty apartment.. RnB plugged and all.

One of the things I have to get accustomed in this life is having all this time for me to utilize however I please. My weekends start Thursday nights and ends on Sunday evenings. The Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays bullet through the week in a blink of an eye. It might be the classes... lessons of life and lessons of marketing..lessons of sumthin sumthin' or maybe it's just American baseball. I'm asleep during the day and live with city lights in the evening.

For the first time since responsibility found itself in my life, time isn't of the essence. I can go out Thursdays nights and go home Friday mornings. I can have pizza at 2:00 pm, sleep and wake up at 6:30pm, just in time for my primetime comedy marathon of That 70's show, Friends and Will and Grace. And just have enough time to blog in, catch up with some reading and finish folding laundry.

Time really is a beautiful thing.


Tomorrow's schedule? Who knows? Time only matters for three days of the week.. my marketing brain food is deliciously exquisite. I would gladly read the recommended books, graded or not. I just feel I'm missing out if I don't. Besides, I have all this me time for the rest of days.. and I've only seen just a peek of what the hub of the universe has to offer...Pumkin festivals and all.

I probably shouldn't get used to this. But believe me I'm gonna milk it for all it's worth. I'll just celebrate my life as God offers these momentous historical chains enveloped in my universe. I'm literally four stops away from Fenway park...which I feel no words could describe. You could feel the stars kissing the grass and the voices of baseball legends resonating the empty benches. Like the surreal feeling in the movies where the protagonist is in the middle of the field and the camera keeps panning in circles.. making it seem like the world is spinning.

And you stop and see the billboard..Manny Ramirez..smiles and all.. Keep the faith. And you step off the T with this huge satisfactory smile. Still in awe that you're somehow part of it all.

Series of days of beautiful contentment.









mades [ 11:51 PM ]
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