Restless on the homefront

Tomorrow I will have been here for a week already. I miss my apartment with its moderately bare walls and large emptily awkward spaces, its nine different kinds of cereal, its inconspicuous amount of t.v. channels, and large bathroom mirror desperately in need of a streak-free wipe-down. I've been banished from the place I speak of, banished to my parents' home which is not actually (despite a good number of arguments from my mother) my home. And I'm not allowed back yet.

It's been lovely spending time with my baby sister (who's almost 16 and itching to purchase her first prom dress) and having spare hours for things like eating food I didn't buy, getting oil changes I'm not paying for, wearing a new pair of jeans that didn't come out of my pocket (no puns here), and maybe best of all, having those phone conversations with my boy.

You know, the achingly ridiculous "I miss you so much!" phone conversations. And when he calls after a drunken late night of risk which he lost (seeming to prove an incapability for dominating the world) even a "You're my princess, you know." As much as I really do dislike this time away, I also am hesitant to admit that I cherish times like this. Being that we live in the same city the majority of the time, getting to miss someone and feel excited about seeing him again is a thrill.

Other time-occupying activities I've participated in on my seemingly unnecessary week off of school are drinking the taste-bud-tinglingly endorphin-releasing Sunkist (carbonated lemonade = drink of the Gods), putting off posting facebook albums (among other things I've been putting off), making itunes playlists, and reading a wonderful book called "Beloved" written by Toni Morrison.

The main character, a slave named Sethe (Seth-uh), ran away to Ohio with her four children. When the master comes to retreive them, she kills her baby to save it from a life of slavery and is about to kill the others when she's stopped. Twenty years later when the book takes place, the baby is still haunting Sethe's house.

So I give the plot of the book a B, but if asked to describe the actual writing style of the novel I'd say it's - fricken beautiful.

Some random snip-its:

"Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut , but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, ( she had sex with the headstone engraver for seven letters - Beloved) were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil."

"Denver stood on the bottom step and was suddenly hot and shy. It had been a long time since anybody sat at their table, sympathetic voices called liar by the revulsion in their eyes."

"They sang it out and beat it up, garbling the words so they could not be understood; tricking the words so that their syllables yeilded up other meanings."

Sadly however, "read enjoyable literature" is the only homeworkly task I can cross off the list. Come tomorrow, my head will finish forgetting what the point of school is. Sunday's my day to remember.


micawber n.
one who is poor but lives in optimistic expectation of a better fortune