it's supposed to be Sunday
whirlwind weekend, whirlwind weeks, where has the summer, the year disappeared off to? you ask me what i did last weekend, no, you ask me what i did yesterday and i strain to remember because things are going too fast, one day melts into the next, and i think wait, was that just last week? it seems like ages ago. conversely, other things that happened a month ago seem like they just happened yesterday. memory only works in reverse chronological order these days - today spent on the computer working like a demon, taking fresh fig and tea breaks, yesterday was manic, starting with an afternoon of cuban ballet, a trek to seven sisters for wine and yoghurt and then an evening of jerk chicken and chill b-day celebrations.
before, before, what before? in keston lodge, in angel, waiting impatiently for andre to show up and whaddaya know, he keeps us waiting and makes an entrance, a swagger and a sly smile and my eyes twinkle with the knowledge that it's time for a round of whisky shots.
before, before, what before? oh wait, there was an interview with bloomberg in there, an enlightening experience, the moment i walked in i remembered what i shouldn't be doing with my life, everyone pretty and stiff in their pretty and stiff black suits, staring in silence at the screens, me smirking at big brother, how clever clever clever he is na? i'm annoyed at the interviewers and do stupid things, pretending i'm not paying attention and then giving them an impressive answer but hey, reject email arrives the next morning and i can breathe a sigh because as much as i don't want it i'll take it if i get it because you gotta take it if you get it na?
and you're wondering why i'm typing like this i told you i've spent the entire day in front of my computer, writing, typing, thinking to the sounds of radiohead and four tet (btw four tet is my new study music which is funny cause i won't be studying much longer) and now i'm listening to oakenfold's travelling, an album i haven't listened to for almost 2 years now and it's amazing how the vibes never change...

1 Comments:
Gotta love Bloomberg. Too trendy for their own good. At least you got rejected immediately. I got strung along for 3 interviews.
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