:: Tuesday, February 11, 2003 ::

Beautiful Day

For two days in a row now I've been woken up at 6:00am. Normally this would piss me off, but they were both calls from my beautiful friend Cynthia who is living in Italy. I scrunched down groggily in my bed and curled into a little ball, trying to get my head closer to my window (where there's better phone reception) and murmurred 'mm-hmm' while she told me all her crazy stories. It made me so happy I wanted to cry. I miss the girl so much, but I can tell she's having the time of her life.

The fist time she phoned, my intuition frightened me. I often have very strong intuition, but due to my general lack of superstition it sometimes freaks me out. In any case, I was having a dream. I know we all dream several times per night, but personally I'm only aware of it about once or twice a month. Anyway I was having one of my rarely vivid dreams about dear Cynthia - and then I woke up to her phone call. Needless to say the coincidence was a little unnerving. This is the first time I've ever had a dream premonition... usually they are just concious feelings. You know, feeling isn't the right word. It's knowing, and that's what makes it creepy.

I skipped my class today *smacks self* but woke up lazily at 10:30am to discover the most beautiful day outside. I want to go out and play but unfortunately I have other things to do. UBC is officially on strike now, so starting tomorrow the busses will no longer run onto campus. I'm going to go get some wreck beach photos blown up to put on my walls... Lizzo helped me rearrange my posters last night and now something seems missing. The problem is I bought two fantastic new posters. Everything else pales in comparison. One of them is the most vivid and interesting Buddhist mandala... this morning I could have sworn it was swirling and moving. Acid flashback, perhaps? More likely delerium from lack of sleep, I guess, but it still looked crazy.

Cynthia spent last weekend in Paris. She is looking forward to this coming weekend in Venice. I, on the other hand, am looking forward to a nice spring break in Victoria. It's funny, but it doesn't even pale in comparison. I love Victoria. I love the west coast. I love Canada - and I can't sit around being jealous because other people took action to make things happen in their lives. We're all on the paths of our own choosing. I'm in the right place for me right now. One day I'll make it to Europe or, even better, South East Asia, and then I'll be able to cross one more thing of my life's to-do list. You should all have one of those, by the way.

This is ridiculously long. Go out and take a deep breath kids... the air seems cleaner today.


listening: Jethro Tull - Aqualung (the rock-flute... oh boy!)
reading: The Princess Ineffabelle - Stanislaw Lem
watching: nada

:: Katy 11:42 a.m. [+] :: ::