Friday, April 15, 2005

Over the Hill Hour

For those of you who read this blog in hopes of seeing how I'm really doing...I am sorry. As I look back over the last few weeks especially, I feel my blog is turning into sad happenings and depressing thoughts even though this doesn't really communicate how I am completely. Does that make sense? I guess I'm just picturing a friend's mother reading it and going, "oh dear! what's wrong with neville now?!?" I assure you that for the past few weeks life here has been fairly wonderful. Do you ever get into those moods where you know you're enjoying life and you know you're experiencing it and you know you're not in one of those funk moods of dismal depression? Well, that's how I feel right now and although I can empathize with those who don't feel like this right now, I'm rejoicing in the small fact that I am--genuinely and almost quite literally--happy.

Having said that, I pulled my first official all-nighter last night since I came to Fuller last Fall but let me tell you..it wasn't one of those happy college all-nighters where you pull an all-nighter by talking to friends about life, life, and life until the wee hours of the morning. No, this was me and a computer and Mr. John Wesley. I was trying to write out his doctrine of salvation and once 5:44 a.m. rolled around, I could quietly exhale and rest in the thought that I was done. The sun was just about to rise and I thought, "I can pretend I am just waking up! That's it!" So I did. And I brushed my teeth. And I took a shower. And I yawned and squinted into the bathroom mirror as if I wish I could go back to sleeping (even though I didn't even get to sleep) and for the first hour or so, I think I had more energy this morning than I have in the past 5 mornings combined.

And now, my 40th hour of being awake has just come as I feel like I've lived very very very much this past day and a half. I feel like I've done so much and yet, time is still inching along. Maybe that's why we need sleep. Because if we didn't have it, we'd all go crazy because none of us would ever say again, "time flies when you're having fun," because time, to us, would never be flying---it'd be dragging.

Bon soir mes aimees.

3 comments:

nateshorb said...

that's the best theory on sleep i've ever heard. seriously.

Joe said...

This is from a current-but-almost-finished A&E Editor to his well-respected predecessor...

I just wanted to say 'hello' and tell you that I've really enjoyed working on the Echo staff this year and hope that you wouldn't be too upset to learn that dominant coverage is probably most frequently reserved for indie rock these days.

I also wanted to note that, though I think I hated Dr. Rousselow last year and was shocked at your respect for her, my opinion has sharply converted into a rather firm admiration. I thought everyone hated her but I guessed I realized that it's really just all freshmen and sophomores that hate her. Anyway, maybe it's like a sign of maturity or something that you develop a respect for her. I won't rush that judgment though.

I'm quite glad to hear that you've endured the toils of the all-nighter. Hope everything is going well for you this spring. Whether you're in Cali of Kalamazoo, take care.

Joe Darling

Hewitt said...

Neville, Thanks again for the offer of the Laker tickets, sorry I couldn't come out. Maybe next time! Good news though, I got to go see David Sedaris after all. And I thought I was going to have a boring night watching "Final Cut" all by myself. You sounded quite happy when we chatted the other day, so thanks for confirming that in your writing.