oh really?

My theme song is apparently

"Walking On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves.

anyone who knows me will probably find this as amusing as i do, for any number of reasons.

Find out what your theme song is too.

a gift spring

the previous entry notwithstanding, my weekend was actually chock full of Sunshine. i've never seen weather like this here. it was warm and blue and we spent much time outside, soaking it all up. there were jacket-less people wandering the streets, and lots of laughter and sandals and skirts.

actually the sun is currently shining into my office window, and pooling on the windowsill. for once, i'm actually quite looking forward to the walk home. (of course now that i said that, it'll probably rain.) in passing, i'd like to note that it's really weird that i have an office. and a desk. i quite hate my job, (worthy though water resources and environmental protection are, it's hard to enjoy being an office bitch) but i often regard my office with a certain sense of glee and self importance.
and loathing.
so i doubt the other ones will ever get ahead of me. i'll probably be a slacker forever.

this morning, i took the bus to class. i've bought this buspass that allows me to ride all i want for $75 and i'm determined to make as much use out of it as possible, even on beautiful days like today. at any rate, on the bus this morning i had this weird sense of nostalgia. it smelled like a city bus, and the air rushing into the windows almost tasted of a city spring morning. i remembered so many busrides across central park, and the weight of the bag on my shoulder. it felt as if i'd shed all the changes that have come upon me since then, and i'd fallen back to that little onion seed that i used to be a long time ago.

i like the flavor of this unexpected false spring. i like the way it has tripped us up, made things unpredictable. it's quite dangerous really, the trees will begin to bud soon, if this keeps up, and winter may all of sudden roar back with a kick in the teeth. still i like it, and this afternoon, solaced by the measured marches of jane austen, and anticipating a dive into arthurian legend, i walked over the grassy hills by the physics hall, and listened to the bells chime pachelbel's canon in d over the campus.

rubbing my feet in the thawed mud, i stood out there and listened. it may be a poor taste to like that song. overplayed, they say. cliched. i listen to it, and i wonder how i would feel if i could create something so inherently beautiful that it would leave me speechless and humming.