Tuesday, June 29, 2004

day two- return to orange county

i moved out today. went ten minutes, realized i had left my faithful glutton, a fancy goldfish named gil, at home and had to go back and get him. starting to feel summer guilt descend, where i have a list of things to do but cannot for the life of me get off of the large striped couch in the room where my body lives and my creativity dies. don't worry, in a few weeks i will have forgotten that i had a list.
i had a huge epiphany yesterday. why are my sister, brother and i confused about who we are and what we want to do with our lives? why the intense struggle? let us examine my parents. the Harvard business major married the hippy violinist studying in New York City. suddenly, every inner battle makes sense. what a lense this idea has provided. this explains why i want to wear a fitted pinstripe suit and get my eyebrow pierced, and why i listen to my IPOD during the day and my record player at night. i will never fit in the business world, and i will never fit in the artist community, because neither will get my 100%. it all makes sense! long live the Davis's! may we create our own community where math dork and tortured artist live in harmony, and where i can get some sleep!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I heard that people from OC eat imported spanish wafers for breakfast and defy the rules of gravity while jogging.

4:48 PM  

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