i love spontaneity. you want to know why? well, that's because of times like last night- things falling perfectly in place just from one random act and having a domino effect. so, i suppose, depending on what kinds of things you believe in, maybe spontaneity isn't the right word. anyway, it was beautiful. besides the impracticality of Alex's house (the easily stain able kitchen counter tops, the 2 hour drying machine that dries, damp dries, regular dries, wrinkle removes, etc.. and the 3 hour dishwasher that should have gotten every bit of grime for the amount of time it took, and the perfectly placed comforter and pillows) it was fantastic. all windows and sky and complete silence. upon waking you hear the ocean and the sun is warming your face. no alarm clocks. i think to myself, had i not met that middle aged bisexual man who tried to kick it so hard to Sharon with his nonsensical bullshit of spiritual mastery, the course of events would have been completely different. so i entertain his thoughts, and he doesn't look at me, i ask him why i make him uncomfortable and whisper to him that i already know the answer; he closes his eyes as in deep in thought and nods his head. he is only trying to make an impression, to make me think he is thinking something profound, perhaps even, that he knows something about me and smiles coyly. he knows he's lying. i know he's lying. he knows i know hes lying. it makes him uneasy. on that note, i really detest people who attempt to charm, they're always the worst and they've always got something up their sleeve. when i meet people like this i look at my life and realize i am not as out of my mind as i believe myself to be.
the rest of the night was icing. we made new friends, one of which reminded me of; someone.
i feel content.
internship starts Wednesday?!
oh and p.s. i recommend everyone to see slumdog millionaires. i cried.
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