[DeVotchka-How It Will End]
I just spent the weekend in a hotel room. That sounds like torture, doesn't it.
When I think of sitting in a hotel room for hours, movie characters hiding from the law (even though they didn't REALLY murder whoever) come to mind. Or some strong silent agent waiting on his next assignment from a cord phone.
Rarely does it bring to mind french press, a coffee cup in a pair of hands with a ring from India on the middle finger. Fiancees and wedding invitations. Aunts and Uncles. Lindor truffles being handed out during hour long talks about faith and relationships. The revealing of graduation presents- ecstatic reactions. Squeals about new boyfriends, squeals about old boyfriends.
A very patient uncle who looks over a pair of reading glasses at his daughter's taxes among all this. Who calls his wife graceful and holds her in his lap after twenty plus years of marriage. Head scratches, Groove Armada and the affirmation of worth and beauty.
I have spent the weekend in Jackson with my family, carried there and back by the breath of phone conversation and Passion Pit.
How is it that people can recharge you? That hearing about someone else's life, and that they are OK and that they are growing, can recharge you? In what scientific way does that make any sense?
It doesn't, which is what makes it so brilliant.
"I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world."
Absolutely everyone is gone. Brooke's at home, Kelsea is in Alexandria, Jasmine's at a track meet and Beau is gone to Seattle. There's not much around for company's sake.
A Saturday recap:
Woke up thinking it was Sunday and that I was late for church. After fishing out my only pair of dress pants, I realized it was Saturday. I then proceeded to lay around until four in the afternoon.
Went to Starbucks, called mom.
Discussed the rarity of passion and what it means to have it.
Srdjan beeped in to tell me if he didn't come into the office he'd kill me. When I told him I was on the phone with mom, he told me, "ok, twenty minutes for the mamma."
Went to work.
Debated purpose and Neitchze and only opened up InDesign for about twenty minutes total.
Watched the bulls win,
Watched the Huskies win.
-A professor once told me that online degrees are crap and if I ever saw a commercial for one, I should throw a brick at the girl in her pajamas on my TV screen. Its on now, but seeing as I'm a college student, I'll take thriftiness over integrity.
Ate the most divine handful of Captain Crunch
Watched Rules of Attraction. Decided it was a horrible movie, but I want the main characters haircut.
Should have worked on a research paper
Decided if I ever got a tattoo, it'd be a Walt Whitman quote.
All in all, with the exception of a few phone calls, it was a day of mediocrity.
