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Suddenly it’s Wednesday night. I seem to have forgotten to live through any of Tuesday. Somehow it has passed my memory. But my forgetfulness does not disqualify Tuesday from equal existence with today.

Tuesday was errands day. And some Au Bon Pain. Not a big fan of that place, but it was just a bagel and coffee.

Today I was assigned with much work. Rather spontaneously too. All within a short period of time even more. So my weekend has quickly turned even more aggressive. But I’m sure there will be plenty of relaxation regardless of how much of a work load I am/have been presented with.

Since it is many high schools’ spring breaks, there have been vast amount of campus tours going on around here. It’s interesting to see myself already, well nearly, beyond the freshmen grasp of Virginia Tech. Somehow this year of moderately difficult work constitues an ‘experience’ for my sake. Anyways, yeah.

I’m in a very contemplative mood at the moment. Thinking things out slowly so as to not confuses contexts and pretexts and subtexts and such texts.

This is so good.

Hmm, well. I’m going to do more work and have a glass of milk. Actually, all likelihood points to a plastic cup rather than a glass. Yes, why yes it does.

This morning was cold, windy, and drudgingly slow. Everyone was still unprepared post-daylight savings time and the initial shock of the incredibly cold and wind-chilled weather was mentioned officially in every one of my classes today. The savings time side of it I noted tonight when it was 8PM and I was walking outside with plenty of sunlight to go by. Something seemed awkward or out of place. I find it redundant to mention the fact why that something seemed different.

But I’ve had a great hair night if that makes anyone feel better. For serious. Cosmic forces have aligned to bring you this wonderfully shaped and held wad of protein fibers. However, my blog picture does a poor job of flaunting this grand event.

So I finished The Discovery of Heaven. I could conclude my reading with a long discourse on it, but I believe for the last couple of months I have been rambling on about it enough. My graduation from this text, however, was very enjoyable. I was enamored with this book from the beginning; my times of relaxation were spent solely working my way from page to page. The plot, pace, character transformation (figurative and literal), diction, and expositionary pieces were all approaching the divine. But perhaps the title told you as much. And I recommend this book for serious thinkers/readers. It’s 730ish pages long and includes grandiose passages of philosophical thought and description. I loved this book.

Now I start on Les Misérables. A classic to boast.

I was thinking earlier about how much I miss The Wonder Years. I can recall countless periods of mindless staring into the magical box that emitted the correct dosages of Kevin, Paul, and Winnie. And always, always, and forever…Fred Savage is the better of the Savage brothers. Ben Savage had nothing…nothing. Fred had The Princess Bride, The Wizard, and Goldmember. Those are true accomplishments.

However, the greatest accomplishment of today was when my EF group completed construction of our design project. Now testing. And revision. And testing. And the report.

Much to recall. It is good that, unlike our tragic figures in Eternal Sunshine I did not, however, have my memory erased. In fact, I took some notes in my Clié to remind me of my past. What a clever boy I am!

Beginning with Friday evening. My parents came by and took Abigail and me out for an O’Charley’s dinner. The restaurant had easily 8 or 9 birthday celebrations, including the clapping cluster of singing employees, during our visit; our waitor mentioned there had been more than a dozen in just an hour’s period earlier. But unfortunately, we actually paid for our desserts.

Saturday, Abigail and I hit up B&N for some intellectual stimulation. She got the sequel to Running with Scissors entitled Dry. Since I’m on the last handful of chapters of The Discovery of Heaven I purchased my next reading, Les Misérables the unabridged version, to get started on soon hopefully. Les Mis was her recommendation, and I find it strange to not read brilliant classics, so I was naturally persuaded. And we had Starbucks.

One of the main purposes of travelling, by bus mind you, out to Christiansburg was to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Abigail had mentioned this film’s existence to me almost a month ago and I thoroughly was intrigued by the trailers. So we saw it. I was initially skeptical; Jim Carrey hasn’t always impressed me. But the trailers were rather nice. Anyways.

Eternal Sunshine is brilliant. Incredible. Shocking. Revelating. Perhaps I exaggerate, but this movie is really good. Very Memento-ish but with an entirely different twist. The cinematography and special/computer effects are on levels I’ve not witnessed in a while. The storyline and thematic elements…woah…very nice. I doubt, though, that this movie will be making any significant fiscal returns though because it’s a film that requires viewers to think, and think slowly. Everyone knows that action movies sell the best, always and forever; the American public wants quantity and not quality, this is another American dream. Whatever. Eternal Sunshine is on my to-buy DVD list .

It’s amazing how I just wrote about a movie I really enjoyed, but mentioned nothing of its actual plot outline or themes. Hmm. I suppose I will leave the movie as mysterious as the location of the warm weather that we are supposed to be having.

Tonight will consist of more homework. This is no shock. Electro-shock therapy, however, comes with quite a jolt.

Ok, I’m being stupid. And lame. I need an early dinner

Today I bought the last iTunes Diet Pepsi on campus. It was a winner. I was proud.

Seriously, I am still reading The Discovery of Heaven. I’m lovin’ it. But also seriously, I have an incredibly slow reading pace. I think it’s caused by my addiction to know everything that is going on, so I often read large sections multiple times to be sure I catch all, most, of the connotations and such.

Last night I went to Bollo’s to read. I had to suffer through the cold and rain, but I hadn’t been there all week so I had to stop by sooner or later. Plus, I was finished with my work for the week so I felt well-deserved this time of of relaxation. I stayed there for an hour and a half and read 3 chapters. Thirty-two pages! Yes, I read slow. However, I prefer depth rather than frivolity in my reading.

Never in my life have I thought so much. Normally, my mind races as it takes note of things and casually considers contexts and such. I ask questions all the time to myself. ‘Why is that there?’; ‘Is that a sign of true happiness or forced enjoyment?’ Just things like that. Now from reading this book, I am questioning everything that comes by, and I’m seeing beauty I hadn’t seen before in this world. Sounds trite but bear with me, please.

Being honest, I was walking to Bollo’s late last week to read up on the news and also get a mocha latté when I stopped outside of the bookstore to gaze at a sight. By this time it was very dark, so the details I remember are all smudged into greys, but I was looking at a tree. It had been planted within about 2 months; I noticed it first appeared some time before spring break. It was planted in an enclosed, brick circle. I stared at it slowly (the freezing temperatures hadn’t yet arrived until the next Monday, so I was free to stop and not turn to ice). It was being held up by two stakes. Yet I wondered, ‘this tree is certainly prime enough to have no need for extra vertical help plus the stakes are considerably shorter than the tree itself, so why?’ I concluded that, in fact, the tree was holding up the two stakes because they were the ones who needed the help. Life is full of paradoxes that most people superficially accept.

So I am thinking a lot now. And I’m lovin’ it.

I’m also eating some M&M Minis I found in my desk-drawer-of-candy.

Tonight my parents are coming in town for dinner. Abigail will join us *yay*.

Thus ends my blog.