Monday, February 12, 2007

listening to: imigrant by nitin sawhney.
feeling: dowdy.

another cold grey day launched off with that "perfect-for-sleeping-in" weather that we all know too well. days like these deserve to be escorted with a chill out soundtrack (which my sister has kindly graced me with), one that'll make you just recline on that amazing bed of yours, encircled by downy pillows, sort of like a scene from american beauty. minus the freaky butterflies rushing from behind the girl. yeah, kinda not my thing. be too busy freaking out about them messing up my hair. but pillows and a thick duvet? it's the intrinsic form of relaxation.

just kidnap me from school, my bedroom, my house. take me somewhere where i'll be able to close my eyes and feel fingers brushing through my hair, kindling the wild curls that i can never seem to control. wind-kissed skin, raising goosebumps all over my body that'd be accumbent against a comforting object, whether it be person or pillow, sun-baked sand or shiver-evoking dew-glittered grass. it's like being a trapped animal right now in this tiny little school room (not so tiny, excuse my over-dramatization). humming echoes of computers surround me as i let the mindless drone of fellow dawdlers wash over me. i'd rather encompass the world outside this suffocating area.

thankgosh school is over in 30 minutes. i don't think i'd be able to stand anymore, especially now when the lunches feel like they're getting shorter and shorter. too soon does the bell ring to march us to class, like little worker ants to be stepped upon.

whatthehell am i saying? i have no idea. meandering talk that'll numb your brain and make you feel like a million brain cells have just died. sort of like the feeling you get when you manage to open a door and hit yourself in the head with it. or am i alone on that action, as i've done it numerous times to myself? (shut up, people. stop laughing at me. mwahaha!) maybe to say "like somebody has just drugged you, filling your frail little body with ample amounts of trance-inducing pills. red, green, white, blue -- too many colours to recall as your mind swivels in and out of reality, blending with the aeriform world of another, where intangible and impalpable air clouds your lungs, imperceptible to the senses or the mind." but that'd just make my mind wander even further. plus, look at all the "im" words i've dredged up from the lowest borders of my mind! wow, i really am bored.

as you can tell, i obviously have nothing better to do. and rather than feel faineant (amazing new word i'm obsessed with), i decided i'd do my part to the world and attempt to bore you all too.


if i shall suffer, so shall you.