i don't know how i feel about being a child of the digital age. the plug-me-in-zone-me-out-blue-screen age. since i left home for college i have endured the endless jokes about my flower-child upbringing (the one without television that left me incapable of sending text messages or navigating photoshop), and have harbored the thought that i've really been born in the wrong generation. but you know something? i think i want to embrace that techno-rejection.
i'm tired of being wired. i'm tired of my ass buzzing now that i know how to exchange texts, and i'm tired of my friends blowing off my greetings because their ears are plugged with hip-hop. i went for a run the other day and didn't realize until i pulled my headphones off my ears to get in the shower that my own breathing was audible. i forgot what it sounds like to be winded.

since when have i become so distant with my own body?

since when have we become so removed from the tangible, real world around us? are the words of bob dylan ALWAYS more relevant than the sounds of our environment?


engage, people!

i have glasses.

new ones, really. i have been four-eyed for a good 6 years, now. but after having sat on or dropped my old glasses enough times to render them just useful enough to barely stay on my face (if i didn't turn my head or blink), i have been mostly glasses-less and blind for a good long while now.

i forgot what the world looks like in high-definition, spring-leafy glory. it's a little overwhelming. i almost liked the world better before, when it was soft and a little fuzzy? and i walked around in a blissful little cocoon of haze and splotch. there's just so much DETAIL to absorb. i get tired.
and then there's the sunglasses effect. do you ever find yourself staring at people unashamedly while wearing sunglasses because you know they can't see your eyeballs? that phenomenon has annoyingly been transferred to my regular glasses-wearing habits. i keep forgetting i'm not actually wearing sunglasses. and i think people are getting uncomfortable.

plus i look like a librarian. and i can tell that i look like a librarian from a great distance away. because for the first time i can actually see myself properly in a mirror. and that's also annoying.


glasses. worth it?

who decided to put a lovely pub (with convenient happy hour specials) next to my grocery store?

sheesh.


grocery shopping drunk is a BAD idea. you end up with things like unripened pears and dirty rice mix. what the hell is dirty rice mix? i'm pretty sure the idea of it originated in louisiana, and i was laughing hysterically at it in the dry goods aisle. but seriously.

i'm hungry. and the store is just too far away for a second trip. looks like a popcorn night.





shoot.