On Top Of The World
The sun is shining and the sky has this infinite blue about it.
I've finished one book (The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky), and about to pull apart the covers of a new one (Under The Skin - Michel Faber). My French exam practise paper was far easier than I ever could have ever imagined, and in Film I finally understood the concept of bullet time photography. I feel beautiful, am wearing my "come to the dark side - we have cookies" T-shirt, and faded jeans which no longer stay up without a belt.
My English lecturer approached me earlier with a worried face, and asked if I wanted extra work, do I feel like I'm being pushed enough. I smiled and nodded emphatically, no no, it's fine. I love The Color Purple, I have enough work on my hands anyway. But part of me gloated secretly and inwardly.
The DJ's husky radio-voice is washing over me. He's picking songs just for me, ones which I haven't heard for months and years, ones which he must somehow know make me feel on top of the world.
Tonight I am seeing The Boyfriend for the first time in almost a week; everthing is good again. We sat in the sun, soaked up vitamin D and talked the right mix of fun nonsense and not-too-serious seriousness.
The last little bits of yesterday's tested perfume hovers over me. I feel like someone else, someone from a book. And it's amazing.
I've finished one book (The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky), and about to pull apart the covers of a new one (Under The Skin - Michel Faber). My French exam practise paper was far easier than I ever could have ever imagined, and in Film I finally understood the concept of bullet time photography. I feel beautiful, am wearing my "come to the dark side - we have cookies" T-shirt, and faded jeans which no longer stay up without a belt.
My English lecturer approached me earlier with a worried face, and asked if I wanted extra work, do I feel like I'm being pushed enough. I smiled and nodded emphatically, no no, it's fine. I love The Color Purple, I have enough work on my hands anyway. But part of me gloated secretly and inwardly.
The DJ's husky radio-voice is washing over me. He's picking songs just for me, ones which I haven't heard for months and years, ones which he must somehow know make me feel on top of the world.
Tonight I am seeing The Boyfriend for the first time in almost a week; everthing is good again. We sat in the sun, soaked up vitamin D and talked the right mix of fun nonsense and not-too-serious seriousness.
The last little bits of yesterday's tested perfume hovers over me. I feel like someone else, someone from a book. And it's amazing.
kiwiqueen - 2. Feb, 14:40
Man, that was an interesting week.