everything under the moon
May. 12th, 2010 01:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrock"Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. There are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing." - Miranda July
It is so easy to forget and take everything for granted. Forget that what we have before us is temporal and transient, like vaporous tendrils of mist loosely entangling you and people around you together. Forgive my poor illustrations and weird sentence structures, it has been too long since my grey matter had a crinkling and wrinkling. Lying supine on the bed, tapping away on the itouch in the quiet of the night, one can only register the emotion of bliss. Life has been treating me extremely well thus far, and I couldn't be more thankful. The days have filled with simple joys and hearty laughs, with much credit going to the Pantages crew. Going for budget (well, that was always the initial plan) dinners, impromptu movie outings, rofl-worthy msn conversations and text messages, visiting the park before the starting of shifts, becoming high on oxygen at the greeter portal, dancing unabashedly to 1960s happy hits, waving excitedly at people and being ignored, laughing hysterically at anybody who trips, having notsoclandestine group talks behind glassy staircase panels, lounging around in the playpen, tipping an ahma off about somebody's improper attire and being sabotaged right back by that somebody haha, making fun of each other's bad pronunciation and delayed reactions, laughing at a certain default face when default faces are around, clapping like excited baboons during the "awesome finale", and just enjoying the company of so many funfunny people. I hope that time will continue passing slowly. Oh, I feel so happy just to be alive, as an Everclear song goes. Never forget that life can be beautiful.
It is so easy to forget and take everything for granted. Forget that what we have before us is temporal and transient, like vaporous tendrils of mist loosely entangling you and people around you together. Forgive my poor illustrations and weird sentence structures, it has been too long since my grey matter had a crinkling and wrinkling. Lying supine on the bed, tapping away on the itouch in the quiet of the night, one can only register the emotion of bliss. Life has been treating me extremely well thus far, and I couldn't be more thankful. The days have filled with simple joys and hearty laughs, with much credit going to the Pantages crew. Going for budget (well, that was always the initial plan) dinners, impromptu movie outings, rofl-worthy msn conversations and text messages, visiting the park before the starting of shifts, becoming high on oxygen at the greeter portal, dancing unabashedly to 1960s happy hits, waving excitedly at people and being ignored, laughing hysterically at anybody who trips, having notsoclandestine group talks behind glassy staircase panels, lounging around in the playpen, tipping an ahma off about somebody's improper attire and being sabotaged right back by that somebody haha, making fun of each other's bad pronunciation and delayed reactions, laughing at a certain default face when default faces are around, clapping like excited baboons during the "awesome finale", and just enjoying the company of so many funfunny people. I hope that time will continue passing slowly. Oh, I feel so happy just to be alive, as an Everclear song goes. Never forget that life can be beautiful.
