the happy ones.

i already told you today was stunning. but it really was. today was a day for calypso, porches, frisbees, reading outside, bike rides, and puppies. i told jake we should take the dog to centennial. he laughed. we dont have a dog...

my friend frances had her senior harp recital this afternoon; it was wonderful. and so many people came from little rock to be there. but ahhh it really was fantastic. growing up with a friend who plays the harp is a privilege. and the bestcutest part was that she was accompanied by her bf, andy, on the piano.

then i worked on teach for america items. which i enjoyed, because my blinds were open, and it was like being outside.

the rest of the day/night was spent on jakes porch. its strange how peaceful the sounds of the city can be. and i mean that quite literally because jake lives next to i-40 (but then again, so do i, so maybe im just immune)

here's something from jitterbug perfume:

wait. stop. notice, my inadvertent, adventitious rhymage.

"I'm fine," she said. Besides, unhappiness is natural. I'm not one of those bubbleheads that spend all their time trying to avoid the normal misery of life."
She moved torwards the front door, but none too swiftly. He followed.

"Sure and life is a lot o' misery, all right, and death is more misery, yet. Dread, fear, anxiety, guilt, even a bit o' nerousis, are perfectly natural responses to a life that promises such an unacceptable end. The trick is to not take such responses too seriously, not to trivialize your all too short stay in your carton o' flesh by cooperatin with misery."

"Seems to me," said Priscilla, snapping and unsnapping the collar of her slicker,"that the so-called happy people are the ones who are trivial. Avoiding reality and never thinking about anything important."

"Reality is subjective, and there's an unenlightened tendencey in this culture to regard something as 'important' only if it's sober and severe. Sure and your right about the Cheerfull Dumb, only they're not so much happy as lobotomized. But your Gloomy Smart are just as ridiculous. When you're unhappy, you get to pay alot of attention to yourself. And you get to take your self oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say,your people who truly like themselves, they dont think about themselves very much.Your unnhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that meas he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start' payin attention to the universe. Unhappines is the ultimate form o' self-indulugence."

ok i have to finish this book and then write a paper on it, so i will be drinking my biodynamic cabernet and snuggled under my favorite quilt for the rest of this perfectday.

cheers to a good week.

and ps. spring break is almost here.