Intellectually stimulating
I'm trying to muster the energy to keep up with Jewels tonight. We are meant to go get a drink (or seven). She's a bit over the top, and tells me that she is already drinking with someone from class. I enjoy her company but she is impossible to control, so I need to have the energy to let it go. I'd rather curl up with a certain someone, but since I spent all Tuesday night in that position, not to mention last night being a total bum, I should get out and shake things up a bit.
Got up early to spend a frustrating length of time and energy calling the UK this morning, without any success, and that lack of sleep has caught up to me. Did some mediocre review and started panicking about the amount I have to get through and the rapidly approaching exam period. The high point of my day was tea with Curly, which we spent deep in discussion of ethics, environment, drug abuse, social ills, and North American cultural stupidity. I feel like I learned something, even if that something is nothing in particular. There's nothing like a good intellectual debate to remind me why I am at McGill.
With my exams and the end of my time here rushing towards me, I'm torn between wandering the city I love and reviewing everything I've learned. The amazing spring weather is not helping matters. Nostalgia has become a daily occurrence here, and I drift in and out of the past like a patchy fog. Today I stared out the window and felt so far away, already wending my way across the skies. Now I'm overcome with longing for time, another day, another week, a few more months of this before its gone for good.
I've been listening to Matthew Good and thinking about time. Yesterday I talked to an old friend, and an old crush, about life and leaving. We are getting drinks next week, after that I will probably never see him again. We talked about change, about the future. I commented that it was crazy how life just comes together. He replied. "Is it really together? Or do we just get used to it being apart?"
Got up early to spend a frustrating length of time and energy calling the UK this morning, without any success, and that lack of sleep has caught up to me. Did some mediocre review and started panicking about the amount I have to get through and the rapidly approaching exam period. The high point of my day was tea with Curly, which we spent deep in discussion of ethics, environment, drug abuse, social ills, and North American cultural stupidity. I feel like I learned something, even if that something is nothing in particular. There's nothing like a good intellectual debate to remind me why I am at McGill.
With my exams and the end of my time here rushing towards me, I'm torn between wandering the city I love and reviewing everything I've learned. The amazing spring weather is not helping matters. Nostalgia has become a daily occurrence here, and I drift in and out of the past like a patchy fog. Today I stared out the window and felt so far away, already wending my way across the skies. Now I'm overcome with longing for time, another day, another week, a few more months of this before its gone for good.
I've been listening to Matthew Good and thinking about time. Yesterday I talked to an old friend, and an old crush, about life and leaving. We are getting drinks next week, after that I will probably never see him again. We talked about change, about the future. I commented that it was crazy how life just comes together. He replied. "Is it really together? Or do we just get used to it being apart?"
we go out and we pass out in our clothes again
giving it and losing it for the time of our lives
I'm giving it and losing it for the time of my life
you're giving it and losing it for the time of your life
posted by Care @ 1:59 a.m.
2 Comments:
At 2:37 a.m.,
Omni said…
Why do you think you'll never see him again?
At 12:01 a.m.,
Care said…
Because I haven't seen him in seven months, and even then it was a chance passing at a bar. He is an aquaintance that never made it into phone calls and debates over tea. I wish he had. He is moving to Calgary, I am moving to England, and like most of my current life, he will dissapear.
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