lu: (Choose life)
Yesterday was one of those days that you feel rather sum up your life. Days that you realise just how important and amazing ordinary events are, events that make life worth living, and you extremely, inexplicably happy.

I woke up rather early, at 8:30 AM. It was really cold, so I had a hot shower, threw on some warm clothes and went downstairs to have breakfast.

After some granola and yogurt I grabbed my purse and left the house. Three blocks later I was at Starbucks getting a tall extra-bold House Blend. I thanked the guy that always serves me at Saturdays (and who always asks how to spell my name before writing it on the cup, for which I'm thankful for), and came back home to enjoy my coffee with my siblings and my dad.

Dad was going to have new glasses made, so he asked me if I wanted a ride. We went together to the eye-wear store. It took a while, but it was fun, and the guy kindly fixed my glasses (which were astray after I accidentally stepped on them) and offered me more coffee (which I unwillingly declined) and cold water (which I happily accepted).

It was around noon when we left the store, so dad and I decided to have lunch together at a great Indian-vegetarian place nearby. The food there is excellent, healthy, and cheap. I love it. I had an amazing time with him, and, after some conversation, I told him of my desire to come and see him more often, every fortnight or so, which he was pleased to hear, adding it was possible, and that we could work it out.

Dad left me. I then received a beautiful e-mail, and made an even better phone call.

Big smile on my face, I walked to my favourite bookstore to buy a present for my stepmum, some Law-related books, and feed my addictions (which, at the moment, can all be summed up in the person of Neil Gaiman). From there on, I walked the streets nearby, remembering when I used to live in that neighborhood. Nowadays it feels like it was a lifetime ago. And, who knows, maybe it really was.

Alfajores, new shoes, books, one DVD, two car-toys, and a bunch of bags later I walked back to the bookstore, where I met [ profile] jbusko. I missed him enormously. We went to a nearby mall, to buy more Starbucks and talk. It was perfect. We even got to sit on the comfy chairs.

We later ran into some friends from Rio, who said they were going to the Metric concert. [ profile] jbusko told me he wanted to go, and so did [ profile] pieceofcandy, who was meeting us later. We waited around for [ profile] pieceofcandy while having ice cream. She met us, and we took a bus home to drop by the bags.

A cab ride and we were at the park. We got to the show a bit late, but it was amazing. I had never listened to Metric before, and I have to say it was a great surprise.

An hour and a half later we left the park. Half an hour after that we got to the bar where [ profile] lian_moony's band was going to play. It was kind of early, so we decided have dinner at a cute Japanese place across the street. The food was great, and reasonably priced.

The concert was bloody fanTAStic (insert the Ninth Doctor's intonation here). I mean, I had no idea they were this great! Just... no idea. I knew Lian was really talented, but I had never really seeing her in action. She sang marvelously, and even dedicated a song to me ("Miss Celie's Blues (Sister)"), which was the cherry on top of the whole thing.

Later, I got home. More amazing conversations, this time on MSN. My night couldn't have ended on a better tone.

As I laid down on my bed in my PJs and under three layers of blankets I couldn't help but think that all was well. And, hell, it is.

Note to self: must stop moping around. It's boring, and quite retarded. Grow up.


You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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