I skipped class in order to avoid having to deal with September 11th and its memories and past emotions. I mean, i did have something important to be doing, which can justify my absence from class. But still, it's a very odd day, to say the least.
Yesterday (And by "Yesterday" i mean the morning) I fell asleep after a very interesting conversation with my Favorite. We spoke about a LOT of things. We spoke of Aliens, and Pumpkins, and Dinosaurs galore; We spoke of the past and present and even dipped our feet in the future; I even told her about this list of things that i've been compiling for half a year that describes who i truly am, from the inside out. I haven't shared that with anyone. It's one of my true secrets that i've kept, but finally decided to let someone revel in the privacy of my Tidbits. But then nearing the end, it got somewhat "strange."
That's all i really want to share about that.
But despite the bizarre feeling, there was still a lot of questions to take from how she felt. I didn't want to assume or prejudge anything so i just left it at,
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm not really sure..."
I actually forgot what i was thinking, because it was so late and i was getting so tired. And her voice was so soothing, and tranquilizing...and then i think we both fell asleep for about 30 seconds. Then woke up, randomly. I remember saying Goodnight, then turning to the computer and it was already on Charlene.
Press play. It's as easy as that.
So i, once again like so many times before, fall asleep, listening to Anthony Hamilton croon out the lyrics to Charlene. It's hard to say no to that guy's songs. I just rediscovered the song, "Dear Life," as well. Good guitar song.
So i'm asleep and it's weird, because i generally have a deep and dreamless sleep; but ever since i've had conversations with my Favorite, I've been evoking random dreamstates and that, in and of itself, is really....strange. It's like she unlocks the dormant part of my brain while I'm awake and my mind rewards me with dreams.
Strange. Not unlike the Marvel character, Doctor Stephen Strange. Because it's MAGIC.
Just kidding.
And i wake up, and my laptop is dead. Thanks macbook. See what happens the next time i take you down a flight of stairs! *Drops macbook on the floor* (Ok, doesn't actually drop the macbook on the floor, but who's to say i didn't!?) [Oh...i did. Ok resume writing blog, Matt.]
So i wake up and bring the laptop to the bathroom, and obviously connect to the laptop. And of course, the song is still up on my iTunes, so i hit play and take a shower to Charlene.
Then i get out of the shower and discover the usage of hairspray to give my hair the wet look, which i slightly enjoy. While humming Charlene.
I go out of my way to wear a sweater so that i don't end up shivering in the wind. And yet, after i make a photogram of a rosary and some Hearing Aid stickers (shameless plug...i know), i end up lying on the grass and relaxing, taking a nap in the exact same spot that i had laid in for the picture of Leaves. It's amazing how repetition can make the most mundane event so spectacular. In all seriousness, how strange but how amazing. And i listen to Charlene on my iPhone. On pseudo-repeat (it doesn't have a repeat feature, so i would go to the beginning of the track near the end of the song.)
And even in class, while developing prints in Photo lab, i caught myself humming to the all-so-familiar tune of, yes, Charlene.
So after waking from the bliss of lying and viewing leaves through the viewfinder of the camera that i'm loaning from CRC, for Photo 300whatever... (Which was really amazing mind you, because the viewfinder makes life interesting...), i ended up going through the schedule, the daily monotony that was the rest of day, at least until after class when we went to Russell's house to play around and worship. That was great. Not strange at all, at least, not really.
But really i don't want the day to be complete. Not until i have a conversation with her. That's how i determine whether or not my day feels complete, because to be honest, the talks that i have with her make my day feel absolutely consummated. Absolutely consummated.
My day is almost completed, almost concluded, almost perfected, almost refined.
I just need to talk to her in order to complete it.
Because she completes me...
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