Time, Oozing into the Future.

The week before Thanksgiving break. Anticipation has checked me into Hotel California. Extra days are cropping up in the calender and some hours never end. I try to bear in mind that I am wishing my life away, but then I realize that’s not working either. Despite all my wishing, I’m still here, wanting to be there. I’ve made a mental note for once I get there, to feel ashamed of myself. Can’t wait!

There are other factors in my anxiety this week. I’ve been reading BBC faithfully, particularly the science section. It’s disturbing. Trapping anti-matter atoms. Alien planets. Our cannibalistic galaxy. All the things I love about Science Fiction, and the fiction is draining away. My favorite far-out ideas are in peril of becoming old news, marvels bulldozed by progress. I’m being forced into a corner with fantasy. And even that is getting claustrophobic. In the beginning of the week, my roommate and I discovered that the Narwhale is not a myth. Unicorns of the sea; they exist. My faith in the power of imagination is shaken.

I can’t wait to get there: 3:10 on a Monday. Home. Checks on the to-do list.

I’ve been passing the time watching movies. Initially, I simply wanted to relax with a film. I chose The Pianist. (I pronounce this the Pee-A-as-in-cat-nest. I get to sound like a hick and avoid, “What, you watched The PENIS?”) and Persepolis and The Perfect Man.

First of all: The Pianist and Persepolis are wonderful films. Point of clarification: if you’re looking to relax, the holocaust and islamic revolution are not ideal film topics. Anxiety antidote- not so much. But, grit your teeth, get in the zone, and watch those movies.

No matter what the state of mind, Hilary Duff is never okay. So why The Perfect Man? ...I have no excuse. It's been on of those weeks when I realize I'm not as cool as I think I am

Quick change the topic!

There’s to-do list:

Train Bingley to pull me on a longboard.

Cruise with Bing for miles.

Make mountains out of molehills and shake an icebox over ‘em.

Ride/ ski down ice-boxed molehills.

Or go to Gore.

Gateway!

Hang out with my family.

Hang out with my friends.

Hang out with my car. (aka tune-up date)

Sunrise hike!

Two sunrise hikes!

Sunrise hikes multiplying like bunnies!

I’m bringing a Thanksgiving attitude (and appetite) to this list. Also, pottery throughout. I intend to stock JC Penney with dishware and make bank.

Almost there.

Passing the time: I just finished watching Children of Men. Another great movie that I will feel better about in 2027 when I have seven or twelve happy babies toddling around. Clive Owen, I don’t need you. Then again, with all this fiction into fact crisis, what do I know?

Tomorrow the roommate and I are watching Harry Potter! At nine in the morning. This week-end doesn’t have a chance. It'll be out of here, but probably not before I know it.

-Emily