Her colleagues thought I was 15-16 years old. Which kinda confused me
because I did not know if I should take that as a compliment
or as an insult, seeing how i am 6 year older, give or take.
Age is such a wierd topic, especially amongst the XX chromosome,
I doubt we're born with this complex, rather it builds within us
as time begins to grow. I think it's funny because the other night
someone guessed that I was 26 years old, 4 years my senior. make up your mind people.
I remember reading an article about age in TIME OUT NY
and they asked a guy about his age, he said that he often lies and
says he's older because then people often respond, "whoa you look really
good for your age." I hate to have a bitter taste in my mouth, but sometimes people
can be stupid.
Regardless of the fact, I don't really care about my age,
actually I am pretty excited to get older because it means
that I am getting closer to actualizing all of my daydreams,
you know the ones that I constantly/obsessively think about when I get bored.
Yet, I am aware that there is a difference between expectation and reality,
Something my buddy Henry James wrote in my novel of the moment Portrait of a lady.
I was recommended this book by one of my sisters, whose literary opinion is something
I have always trusted. Even though at times I've wanted to put the book down because of
its slow progress. Regardless, I am into it now and I must say I can relate to the protagonist(ms.isable archer) as she changes and attempts to hold on to her independence. Side-note, she's got some pretty good pimp game, within one day she's gotten two proposals, oh no she didnt. There is also a movie if your not into reading, i know you have to sit down and take time from your busy life of twitter etc etc. It has Nicole Kidman whose aight, and John Malkovich who well is awesome. I feel that mostly because of my respect for Spike Jonze's debut film Being John Malkovich. Imagine being surrounded by yourself, left right and center?
wats with the ferret in the corneR?
The other day I was pretty much a zombie, 100%. I decided it would be a "good" idea not to sleep before I took the 9-hour train from Montreal to NY. Good idea....not. Instead, I packed my last minute things and made pancakes and an omelette for myself, my sister and her friends, who were fast asleep. I also sat on my balcony as I let my memories of Montreal play in my mind like a slow motion picture show. I miss that cities "je ne sais quoi" feeling that can be ooh so charming. It was also raining which made it as appropriate as playing "Vitamin C's Graduation" at the end of your high school grad. I miss that place that they call the 514 even though it hasn't even been a week yet.
On another note, I sometimes feel that the internet is over rated. I pretty much only visit the same 6 sites per day. I can't help but imagine that there is this super cool underground world existent within the internet that I am unaware of. Perhaps I am being paranoid or maybe I am just onto something.
Don't even get me started on the idea of the space and the internet because that is insane. If this is a desired conversation please bring me 2 cafe latte's because it;s gonna take some time. It's pretty much the ultimate heterotopia. FOUCAULT YOU MAN! THIS BE BONKERS!
Anyways, I feel like right now, I am close to writing the end of a chapter in my memoir (or maybe it's chapters 18-22?). This is more figuratively than literally but I am sure I shall store the memories and moments I made from the past 5 years within my mind for when I become old and become bored of my own society. Which will lead me to writing everything down in hopes of fighting dementia and well boredom. I try not to ponder the things that await me in "Club Tropicana" as my uncle would call it. Perhaps adventures on a yacht discovering the Antilles? mmmmmmmsexy
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