Things are pretty good. I mean, yesterday I touched my favorite human being in all of history (ie: David Lynch), today I am drinking Mexican mochas (most delicious coffee incarnation yet) and am productively writing a paper about Beth Ditto (fuck yeah), there is only one more week left of classes this quarter and then it is time for holidays, after the holidays I am going to Hawaii where I will give a paper and then sit around in a hammock wearing an Esther Williams swimsuit and drinking mai tais, then next quarter I am taking a pop music seminar in which I plan to finally do some Very Serious Scholarly Work on the B-52s (it’s about time) and an independent study in which I plan to . . . probably read a lot of French theory and curse a lot (but I asked for it and am pretty excited about it), and IT IS RAINING. Mostly I am just very happy about the rain. The rain has made all of my angst and woes disappear. Did you know that constant sunshine can really get oppressive?
I am thinking of going away for spring break to some place really dreary. Maybe Seattle? I hear it rains all the time in Seattle. And I could take that train that goes from LA to Seattle along the coast and takes, like 36 hours. I think I would like that. I like traveling on buses and trains because it is an excuse to not do anything, because what can you possibly do? I also enjoy doing those kinds of things alone. I like spending days without talking to anyone because it lets me get really weirdly self-indulgent and introspective and decadently melancholic and I don’t have to care about what anybody else thinks. (Unfortunately, this tendency probably means that eventually I am going to die alone and be found days later, half-eaten by my pet ocelot, but what can you do?) I want to go on holiday and I want for there to be no sunshine for days. I want to be able to wear boots and my raincoat that makes me look like a Russian spy. With a cardigan underneath.
Oh, and I am so excited right now because the radio in the cafe where I am working is playing The Shirelles! I love it when The Shirelles happen.
Ok, I should go home because I have been here for four hours.
I enjoy the fact that your ocelot link was already yellow before I read this. Because I have recently visited the Wikipedia entry on ocelots. Because they are that awesome.