Mmm, there is a lot to be said for an overcast sky and borrowing your best friend's jacket. Everything takes on the air of stolen freshness-- all the more savory for its temporality. This is not my parka, and the sun will shine again, as much as I would like both to stay right where they are. Anything and any moment can harbor these wisps of simple pleasure-- flowers in a planter along a freeway, for instance, a tiny memento to beauty I am not sure many appreciate.
I am sitting in my favourite courtyard, listening to one of my favourite fountains, eating a scrumptious cookie and thoroughly avoiding responsibility and homework. Is that wise? Not really, in the short term, per se. Should I have spent money on said cookie? No. Is it worth it? Yes, absolutely. There is always something to be happy about, just as there is always something lurking in the recesses to bombard you with stress. Sip the tea, and look for the best: it is always there. (Not to say that there is something healthy in falling into the darkness, too, it's all balance).
In other news, amigos, I read a horoscope the other day quite by accident (finding it, not reading it, I knew what it was when I started). I usually reserve such things for those times in class when you are learning about something you wrote a paper on in third grade and your interest wanders... Well, mine wandered into this horoscope yesterday, and unlike most every other one I have ever taken in, this one was oddly accurate. There can be arguments to both sides, naturally, but unlike the usual prophecy this one had dates, and they were right. The dates mentioned in the past week or so were unusual and notable for just the reasons described. Very peculiar, but thankfully it was all good-- very good. I just hope that if this is a month of particularly beneficent divine intervention, it continues as such, and my knowing the ruse doesn't jinx the game.
I volunteered at BackStage's Actorfest in L.A. yesterday. Thousands of aspiring actors everywhere. Casting directors being shuddled through the mayhem to the glorious quiet of the green room (that was my job, the shuddling). It may be unhealthy to admit this (or rather that this exists to admit), but Hollywood makes me irrepressibly happy. It's a crazy, dumb, horrid place with an awful culture, but they don't call it the Entertainment Industry for nothing, and I am never bored. Really, I love it.
Furthermore, darlings, law school applications are zooming along. I don't want to say much until the fates have decided in March, but my top choices are UCLA and USC. I am taking the LSAT a second time as my first score is not what I want, which I suppose is the price perusing the review book the night before. For that matter, the night before I took it was a great one that involved my cousin, his convertible BMW, an oompah band at a cowboy saloon, and a grisly mental hospital haunted house. Was it worth my mediocre score? To be honest, I don't think it made a difference.
Enough about me, how about you? That doesn't work on here, but I figured I'd extend the offer, as I am tired of self-interested dithering. For now. Until later, mes cheries, adieu.
