February 16
I was sitting at my desk about an hour ago, and someone came over to me and was like "wow, your monitor is bathing you in blue! Oh, wait. No. Your hair IS blue!" I replied "No, it's purple." "Purple," said she, "Well, you're still young enough to be able to do that!" I gave one of those polite little chuckles, but the truth of the matter is, I can't figure out what in the name of jumping jesus that means. What is the age cutoff for doing things that boring people consider wacky? When should we stop doing what we want because of our age? That's the stupidest argument in the world. Everyone who knows me have said, more or less: "How could you with purple hair be a surprise? It's YOU!"
A News flash!
I was walking back to my office from the store (mmm, everything bagel with strawberry cream cheese and 24 ounces of coffee) a little while ago. Now, when I go to the store, I go through the buildings because I'm usually running errands or something along the way. This leaves me at the entrance to the Cancer Center (where you will, 9 times out of 10, find people outside smoking, a fact that always cracks me up. I'm always like "But...uhh....not that...uhh....okay, never mind. Light 'em up, cowboy!" Because really, what's going to happen? Are they going to get cancer?) which is pretty much directly across the street from the hospital, a fact which is completely and totally unimportant in every single way. Just so you know. Right, so I'm at the Cancer Center, which is the building closest to the Duncan Donuts/Store 24/Subway so that I don't have to walk outside for a million blocks when the weather is super shitty. Which it's not, today.
(I'm realizing that the information I am passing along to you can not be considered a news FLASH if it takes me 11 years to get to the point. When the point is reached you are going to be extremely disappointed, I fear. Keep reading)
So I get to the store and get my stuff (see above) with a minimum of sorrow, even though, fuck ME man, you can't get out of a DD without just stinking of that DD smell, whatEVER it is. What IS that smell? Ugh, in any case, I can't stand it. I'm walking along and I decide that I will walk back a different way than the way I came (and I always do this. I never walk to and from a place the same way. Especially when I'm at work. I am A Freak.) and will stay outside and walk up the main medical school block and check out what's going on. There's always something interesting to see, and me being the ADD fool that I am, walking down that street, (Ill call it, uh, Mothball Street) Mothball Street I'm always like "Ooh!! Look at that person's shoes!! Ohh..she so funny looking!! You! Get out of my way, postdoc, or I will kick your sotty ass back to Turkey! Nice BO, there, Jei-Hui. Ever hear of SOAP? What kind of CAR is that? Wow! WOW!! WOW!!" Okay. I'm walking along past the Ancient Hallowed Buildings of Learning and checking out the headlines on the newspapers in the machines and looking at the ivy and the grass and the trees and whatnot, and then, I see them!
DAFFODILS!
Fucking DAFFODILS!! Okay, not blooming pretty pretty daffodils, but the green plants without the flower. The part that wave in the shitty February wind and say "Listen here, fuckies! I've not bloomed yet, but SPRING IS COMING! Hold on to your hormones and GET READY TO DRINK OUTSIDE AT NIGHT*!!!!
(*Note: Actual daffodil conversation varies from person to person. That is merely what they had to say to me. For you, it might be like "Hello, little one! Spring! Hooray! Let us give thanks and praise to Our Mother Earth!" if you're one of those fucked up earth hugging folks. If you're a typical person walking down that street, they say: "YOU! GET BACK TO WORK!! SEQUENCE THAT DNA! EYE BLEED THOSE MICE!! STOP WASTING THE NIH'S MONEY!! THE OUTSIDE IS FOR THEM, NOT YOU!!")
Daffodils. I'm not getting too excited about them, though. I was looking back through my archives and realized that we got snow last April. You can just imagine how happy I was about that. Ever see a fully grown person lose their shit over something that absolutely can not be helped? Something that no on can do anything about? That was me. I mean, April! I had already gone on my first hike! I'd had my first outdoor ice cream lunch! I had visions of THE BEACH floating around in my head. I heard Bob Marley in the breeze, and he was telling me to drink rum, and then FUCKING snow? Daffodils are liars because they're clairvoyant. They see warmth in the long term, not the short but are more than willing to trick you into thinking that something good is brewing just around the corner, some meteorological respite from the unfortunate truth of February and March.
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Here is the house
Where it all happens
Those tender moments
Under this roof
Body and soul come together
As we come closer together
And is it happens
It happens here in this house
And I feel your warmth
And it feels like home
And there's someone
Calling on the telephone
Let's stay home
It's cold outside
And I have so much
To confide to you
With or without words
I'll confide everything
Here is the house
Where it all happens
Those tender moments
Under this roof
Body and soul come together
As we come closer together
And as it happens
It happens here in this house
So we stay at home
And I'm by your side
And you know
What's going on inside
Inside my heart
Inside this house
And I just want to
Let it out for you