on a saturday

it's been a while since I've had some much deserving, sincerely me time. I miss it a little, really do.

Yesterday I saw Zandi at the cross cultural all peoples celebration. Zandi is basically amazing on all levels, going on a traveling NY Broadway troupe this year with a starring role even though she just graduated last year. Whenever I talk to that girl I'm so inspired and feel every ounce of passion she exhibits whenever on stage. It was awesome because she was talking about how if I ever go to NY and need a friend, or have questions about it, she's only a call away. And there are people who just say that, and people who mean it, and I believe she is the latter. She said NY was a place for people like us, and i just can't wait anymore..yay inspiration

other than that, my life's been a whirl of interviews, Filipinos, internship, writing, and...uhm..school? oh yea that. to finally sit and fully absorb Deathcab's new album in Saturday's waking hours, is some kind of miracle.

Memorial weekend should be chill on all accords. Though there's my ex roomies bday tomorrow, the 944 party later, a 4th year outing, and finally a spaces gala tonight..I'm thinking they'll all be somewhat chill. Edit. I'm, hoping, a lot. I need to regain my bearings, hang out with the people I should be catching up with, and just bask in life's beauty. I have the apartment to myself this weekend, and couldn't be more excited to morph into OCD-Buquid and have my way with it.

I've also been thinking a lot about how feelings for a person, are beyond thought. How when you like someone, it's impossible to vocalize why, and when you do, it's all kinds of stupid. Up till this point I've been able to neatly bullet point every reason why I'm attracted to person A/B/C/etc, attributing my "liking" for a person to his musical aptitude, gpa, or love for books. I'm talking about years of this systematic determining of my new beau. It's when someone really messes with that system, that you realize that nothing about emotion is definable. It's the anomaly defying this fine tuned machine, that makes you throw out the unworkable scraps. funny huh