Just a little further

You know how I know I'm dissatisfied? Because I'm posting on this thing, like, every five hours instead of doing something with actual substance or artistic merit.

So it snowed yesterday. It's great having the Garden so nearby - when it's snowing there, it's easy to forget you're in the city, especially because people in general seem to be discouraged from driving in the snow.

I was walking to the sushi place a few blocks away a little after eight o'clock, with few cars on the road and less people on the sidewalk (the very icy sidewalk - what the hell, Boston?).

I flashed back to years ago, I guess about '94 or '95, early evening on some weekday in May or June, back when we were living on the opposite side of Demarest. I'm sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, craning my neck slighty upwards, looking at the TV, mouth somewhat agape, controller in hand, playing Illusion of Gaia. I was in Mu. Mom was making dinner. It really could have been anything, but I was hoping it was hamburgers.

And suddenly I wondered. Could I have known that, ten years later, I would be walking to a sushi place down a tree-lined lane in winter-time Boston, where I would be tempted to talk to the cashier girl in Japanese but ultimately refrain for fear of looking like a foolish gaijin, order some sushi, and walk back to my brown building dormitory in the back bay, where I sleep and pass the time until I go out and study morality and the finer points of acting?

Man, I would have been so sad.

There's something else you can tell from this frame of mind I'm in. It's Christmas time! And I can think of a few people who deserve gifts. But I don't know what! My money's tighter this time around. And I'm not sure if I have the time or drive to make gifts; only to write on this stupid thing. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I have no one HERE to worry about getting presents for. So, I'll probably have to do something at the last minute, a while after I get back home. That doesn't mean there'll be any less LOVE in them.

I can't remember my dreams anymore. This is bad timing, because my acting final is supposed to be based on a dream I have. If the dream isn't recent, it won't be relevant, and I won't be into it.

This entire sememster has been pretty much all about bad timing.