November 26, 2009

After having professed himself Jedi Knight, Luke Skywalker launches an expedition to save a frozen Han Solo from the vile, fugly, red eyed Jabba the Hutt with Princess Leia & co. in tow. What I’m trying to say is… this is me, out to save my frozen fittingly from falling into some black hole in cyberspace. Because nicole.fittingly, I am your father. [End Scene]

The days leading up to Thanksgiving holiday were hard to power through, given all the sleepless nights I’ve been having. It’s that time again - a two week-long surge of anxiety, restlessness and desperation. Might this insomniatic behavior walk, talk and smell like Finals? Yes. With a capital F.  The pressure of getting an exceptional GPA to become an ideal job candidate in a less-than-ideal economic climate irritatingly hangs over me like my brother’s cowlick hangs over him on a bad hair day.

So, yeah. That’s the red-eye thing.

The other thing is how the other day I rediscovered old parts of myself rereading this very blog and how that realization brought me to this very moment. Some house faves: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OHMYGOD, Three’s a crowd (but eight’s a family), Sweden isn’t just good for civil unions and heavy metal, “Welcome to UC Davis”, The California Aggie & the acronyms I didn’t know, Shits and giggles. Since then, both nothing and everything has changed. I’m still antsy, still dreaming - but I’ve outlined a different model of success and of the future for myself. There are projects to be unveiled and cities to be seen. Anticipate long-overdue Chicago adventures with Mills and Bel real soon. Studying in London and Paris also in the (near, and not so near) future. Speaking of, I’ve had a real education in lust and love and I think I’ve finally graduated. More soon.

And lest I forget…

Happy Birthday, Phillip James Loury. For you, a cake baked with flour, eggs, security envelopes from Wells Fargo and lots of love by yours truly.

May the force be with you,

N