Monday, November 21, 2005
Dear Blog:
I know I am living the American life for the following reasons:
1. Get up at 7 AM, grab a quick b-fast, no tea no nothing, get all dressed up in suit and all, sit in 405's heavy traffic, get to work and drink heavily to keep awake (coffee that is!)
2. Drive back home to get changed out of the suit and into law student attire (jeans and flip-flops, and oh, a tshirt of course). Take the toll road to school. Take notes with eyes wide shot. Get called on often and B.S. my way into faking an understanding of the legal material so the profs would think me intellectual!!
3.Drive back home after hours of not understanding neither the profs nor the books. Get home around 10 P.M.ish. Not having any room in the garage due to all the boxes and stuff being there, drive around to find a parking space.
4. Take a shower, stuff my face with all that is edible and eatable around me, consume more caffeine, and sit up til 2 A.M. at least to read the dry legalish material for the following day.
5. Go to bed too tired to dream, too tired to fantasize about anyone or anything, too tired to plan for the near or the far future. Sleep another dreamless night to wake up another manic weekday to drive in the SoCal traffic to get to work to fill up my system with yet more and more caffeine to get through work and school and dreamless nights.
And that's the way life goes, in the States that is.
Note to myself: Stop living the American life, take steps to realize your Iranican dreams!
P.S. What does it mean when your ex, the Persian Antonio Banderas who moved to Vegas a while back, calls you on Thanksgiving eve being all so very nice and sweet and asking to see you the next time he is back in L.A. and asking you to call him whenever you need anything at all! After all this time! Very weird indeed!
I know I am living the American life for the following reasons:
1. Get up at 7 AM, grab a quick b-fast, no tea no nothing, get all dressed up in suit and all, sit in 405's heavy traffic, get to work and drink heavily to keep awake (coffee that is!)
2. Drive back home to get changed out of the suit and into law student attire (jeans and flip-flops, and oh, a tshirt of course). Take the toll road to school. Take notes with eyes wide shot. Get called on often and B.S. my way into faking an understanding of the legal material so the profs would think me intellectual!!
3.Drive back home after hours of not understanding neither the profs nor the books. Get home around 10 P.M.ish. Not having any room in the garage due to all the boxes and stuff being there, drive around to find a parking space.
4. Take a shower, stuff my face with all that is edible and eatable around me, consume more caffeine, and sit up til 2 A.M. at least to read the dry legalish material for the following day.
5. Go to bed too tired to dream, too tired to fantasize about anyone or anything, too tired to plan for the near or the far future. Sleep another dreamless night to wake up another manic weekday to drive in the SoCal traffic to get to work to fill up my system with yet more and more caffeine to get through work and school and dreamless nights.
And that's the way life goes, in the States that is.
Note to myself: Stop living the American life, take steps to realize your Iranican dreams!
P.S. What does it mean when your ex, the Persian Antonio Banderas who moved to Vegas a while back, calls you on Thanksgiving eve being all so very nice and sweet and asking to see you the next time he is back in L.A. and asking you to call him whenever you need anything at all! After all this time! Very weird indeed!
