Always the hours

  • Apr. 10th, 2008 at 12:26 AM
lu: (Sleep)
5:33h You wake up. A girl by your side, asleep. You crawl out of bed trying not to wake her. You wonder how many times you've done this for the past two years, about your complicated history, and about how it all generally comes down to bad timing regarding her. Kind of like Ross and Rachel. You stop. No. Nothing like Ross and Rachel. You've been watching far too much Friends.

8:46h Class just ended. A girl holds your arm, passes her finger up and down your coat. "You look great today." You smile, and wonder just how weird this situation is. Ever since the term started she's been telling that to you everyday. Frown. Smirk.

12h40 You see her. God, she looks downright brilliant today. She sees you, and waves you in. You come and sit down. She's talking about the Inter-American system. You smile, completely entranced in what some people might refer to as a useless, boring class. You are amazed at her every movement. The perfect, controlled tone of her voice. Her air of authority, her complete confidence in herself. How insanely attracted you feel towards her. You see the line. That line you are never going to cross. You back off. Class is over.

13h01 The two of you are talking. You have some questions regarding some things. You always do. This is new for you. Then you see her. You admire her. She's intelligent, beautiful, and knows how to make a point. Everything one would want in a girl, really. Pity there is a line around her, too.

13h19 Your best friend. It's as simple as that. And you missed her. So much.

16h11 The new girl. The one who reminds you so much of the old one, but is so completely different from her. You have that feeling you'll be great friends really soon. You wonder what else. Laugh. She's probably going to read this.

16h29 The girlfriend. It's so hard to write about her. You feel like people don't get it. Actually, you're sure people don't. So you decide not try. Not tonight. Not when you deserve some sleep.

0h15 You get on the bus. Your team just won an important match. You're leaving college after a hard day of work (one you'd never thought you'd have), but you're happy. It's weird. You're sure part of the reason you're happy is the work. You feel like you've finally found something that truly fulfills you. PUC has never looked better.

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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