summer's end

actually, we have a good three and a half weeks of summer left. but summer seems fleeting when school starts in less than ten hours. the only good thing about summer is that there is no school (except summer school). but my god, can we talk about today's weather? beautiful!

so i bought a pair of new shoes a few weeks ago and pretty much disowned my old ones. i had two pairs of shoes before my somewhat pricey purchase: black macbeths and blue vans. i did love them both very much but the soles were falling apart and i was basically walking around with my feet touching the ground. i did miss the feeling of my tight vans wrapped around my ugly feet so i decided to wear them. sara duct taped them for me and i went along with my day- going to work with taped up shoes and jeans ripped in places they shouldn't be ripped. then it rained. what luck i have.

i called my mom. we briefly caught up:
1. she deposited the check i sent her. it emptied my bank account.
2. my mom emptied her bank account buying "college" sheets for betty.
3. my dad has an empty bank account. still unemployed.
4. my grandmother's doing well. not sick anymore. i'm sure her bank account isn't empty.

hm, i love fall. the weather's supposed to get better. i'm excited for 2010. i feel old. i feel young. this is so exciting. come to think of it, i haven't really done much this summer. i worked a lot. i slept a lot. i ate a lot. i'm just trying to be a descent human being.

i am writing this from the comfort of my bed with a book my girlfriend recommended to me laying on one of my pillows; like a human being almost- emulating characteristics that surpass most humans, especially in the realm of content and genuine tranquility. it looks crisp (what type of freshness i am talking about is beyond my comprehension) and lonely. one hundred years of solitude by gabriel garcía márquez. i've been wanting to read it anyway. i got into magic realism when i took a latin american cultures class at nyu. now i'm really upset about the fact that i sold the oxford book of latin american short stories for food money last summer. it had a lot of really neat and fascinating stuff. she (isabel) is currently reading my copy of the hotel new hampshire by john irving. that book helped me pass chemistry. don't ask why. i just finished parasites like us by adam johnson and i really liked it. it was about an anthropologist who unleashed a 10,000 year old plague that killed off everyone in ten days. what an apocalypse. it was fun to read. yummy.

sometimes i forget life isn't a movie. it's not a book. not a song. it's great though- the fictitious habit we have renders hope. and it's still a story to write, completion means strength. the easiest thing to do it put one foot in front of the other, and it's not so hard... our organs do most of the work.

okay. i've decided. i won't read. i'm going to do a crossword puzzle and fall asleep to sad bedtime music.

much peace and love,
t.tran