School is out. From adrenaline to no pulse. Life revolves around LSAT Logic Games and Logical Reasoning. I’ve been touring libraries, cooking new recipes and reading the fat ABA Law School Profiles book. HEADACHE.
It has been a whirlwind of cool breeze, hot sunshine, long winding roads with green on both sides and troppo (too much) pasta.
Day dreams are filled with the Amalfi Coast and James Blunt music in the background. A current mental soundtrack includes Puccini’s Nessun Dorma. SIGH. Troppo influencia Italiana.
I still use my journalistic research skills for the public good and I’ve become very accomplished when it comes to training to be a professional domestic.
“I do the cooking, the housekeeping… and so much more.”-Manuelo-So Little Time
I watched a Greek movie about Spices that made me cringe. Sometimes I wish I was standing in the middle of a square in Prague.
My days are green; filled with the smell of garden partout. A strange sort of bliss like rosemary bread soaked in a pond of olive oil.
As I’ve drifted aimlessly through library aisles, I’ve stood in front of writers’ masterpieces that once I went breathless for but now no one can pay me to reach out and grab a book of fiction. So-I leave with a tall stack of linguistic books and law school memoirs. Everything non-fiction except the occasional movie. That illusion and love of all that is fake in literature lasted only through high school. I still love you Davy Copperfield.
I’m an expert at grabbing horrible movies. Unless they have Hugh Grant in them. You can never go wrong wrong with him.
My short hair is now longer. When I wake up it resembles a lion’s mane.
I sometimes feel a sudden desire to hear French a la Quebequois. It’s all because of Celine Dion’s “Taking Chances World Tour DVD.”
“I Drove All Night” spins in my head like a broken record. See, that’s too many songs on replay.
Every library and person should be stocked with at least one Celine Dion CD-just saying. I’ve read that Mark Finley book I got at church. It’s stellar. Good job, man. I have two verbs to conjugate in my Italian workbook. Avere and Essere. I keep avoiding them but I dream using them.
And finally, I’d like to say that one of my high school love theories was right. I’m starting to believe it, despite those who tried to prove me wrong along the way.
“Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ’cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And… so?
Summer: So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was – it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right.
Tom: No.
Summer: Yeah, I did.
[laughs]
Summer: I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about.”
-(500) Days of Summer
Okay, that’s all for today. You’ve got the melange in my head.
I leave you with some Celine Dion, which makes the world a better place.
“What in this world
Keeps us from falling apart?
No matter where I go I hear
The beating of our one heart
I think about you
When the night is cold and dark, uh huh yea
No one can move me
The way that you do
Nothing erases this feeling between me and you
I drove all night……. to get to you
Is that alright?
I drove all night……..”
Jam and sing your heart out.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 