November 28, 2003
Free Loving Endorphins
Dreams last for so long
Even after you're gone
I know that you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you
-Jewel
What another happy day. Two in a row-- how long since that has happened? I had another night of good dreams that I remembered about, too. I hardly ever remember my dreams. Something is definitely up.
Like the endorphin level in my brain. Endorphins are such nice, happy little chemicals; so are all those other neurotransmitters like dopamine and serotonin that don't often stop in for tea. I hope they decide to stick around for a while longer, as it has been so long since we've had an extended chat.
I spent the whole day lounging around in my pajamas and soaking in this naturally-produced chemical high. You see? It's normal to spend the day in pajamas. (Though the line of normalcy prevents a description of said pajamas here. I'm mysterious like that.)
I'm putting together my winter break book package. Right now, it's just post-modern and critical political theorists that I need some background in. I was thinking that the West Wing's first season would also be appropriate in such a package. Yes? Because all theory and no play would make Sean a stale crumpet over break.
As an aside, I need to bitch about Amazon's new text searching ability. It's neat, yes, to be able to search a book for keywords? I agree. Except that now when I search for an author, I get fifty thousand books that have his name in it, rather than the books he actually wrote. Thanks, Amazon. Because you don't frustrate me enough. Luckily, Powell's had most of the books I needed. Because they're cool like that.
Hmm. Now the Sports Night boxed set is tempting me. Someone, please, relate it to political theory. It has a lot of the people from the West Wing in it. Is that good enough? If only I had gobs of spare money. Or maybe a rich uncle. (Or at least a rich uncle who wasn't suing my mom.)
I think I'm going to rearrange my room. It seems like that's something you do when you have lots of spare time (i.e., no life on a Friday night). I'm going to study Chinese tonight, too. Yes, yes, I know. Let me tell you, these endorphins can make you do crazy things. I was thinking of doing something incredibly crazy, but I think I've managed to contain myself. Fwew. Cause that would really just complicate everything. (I'm such a secretive bastard sometimes, aren't I?)
Did I mention that I had pumpkin pie for breakfast? Mmmm. Yeah, the true cause of my insanity comes out. And coffee. I finally remembered to buy coffee, and I was drinking it, too. Mmmm.
Sugar, caffeine, endorphins. Does life get any better than this?
Perhaps maybe just a little bit. I think.
Posted by Sean at November 28, 2003 06:43 PM
Comments
Okay, if you take "Sports Night" and rearrange the letters a little, taking out the s, r, n, g, h, and t, and adding an l, i, and c, you'd totally have "politics." (Come on, that one was hard.) And I totally vote for you doing something crazy, because then they'd send you to prison and you could blog from there and THAT would be SO cool.
Posted by: Jen at November 28, 2003 08:29 PM
So, if you find yourself in a tough crowd, and your four musical talents aren't doing the job, you could totally do on the spot wordplay.
"Give a word, any word, and I'll transform it before your eyes!"
Then the grad students would come a-running.
So the crazy thing I was thinking of wouldn't get me sent to prison, but I guess I could do something a bit crazier that would. And I guess Wasabi Prison has almost the same ring to it, too.
Posted by: Sean at November 28, 2003 09:08 PM
Grad students? *yippie* You know, "wisdom" is just like prison, but without the "wisd" and...okay, I'm stopping, I really am.
Posted by: Jen at November 28, 2003 10:08 PM
Or, while you're gathering (read: stealing) material for your novel, you could publish a trade paperback of wordplays. Maybe write wordplay sonnets and become a modernized Shakespeare. Then you could skip the grad students and have tenured professors lined up. (Or at least Jeopardy champions.)
Posted by: Sean at November 29, 2003 01:49 AM
Eeeeew, all the professors that go on Jeopardy are SCARY. Yick. Unless it was my Jewish poetry professor...he's sweet. But all other professors are icky. (Oh wait, and also the very old, southern guy that I had for world religions...he was SO nice. Far too old, but nice.)
Posted by: Jen at November 29, 2003 06:03 PM
See, I was spitting the professors and Jeopardy champions into two categories of possible suitors. And, yeah, a lot of professors aren't the *most* attractive/ tolerable people. But, at least at the school's I've gone to, there are a few great ones. I had a writing teacher once I would have married, if not for the fact that I was 17, and she was gay. I'm always being screwed by the details...
Posted by: Sean at November 29, 2003 06:43 PM
It's not that you're being screwed by the details, it's that you hear voices. Age? Sexual preference? These don't matter! (Just ask my stalker.) If you'd just let go of the voices, you'd see that it's perfectly normal for a 17 year old and a gay woman to be together. =)
Posted by: Jen at November 30, 2003 12:52 AM
It seems, though, that when I do ignore those voices, and go for either lesbians or women only slightly younger than my mother, it works out badly for me. Of course, when I do listen to the voices, things tend to work out in much the same way. I think, then, I'll base whether I listen to the voices or not on whether they tell me funny jokes. Because voices that can't tell a good joke can only be the prelude to trouble.
Posted by: Sean at November 30, 2003 11:22 AM