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Never Never Land

It started slowly. Insidiously really. One day I was skipping class sleeping in spending time wondering if perhaps only one person really existed in the world and the rest were extras in a an other worldly double feature movie created by a bored omnipotent being and the next I was waking up at 5am on a regular basis trudging through a two hour commute to make $14 an hour plus benefits. Sure every once in a while there were small reprieves. A concert one night, a session of binge drinking another night, staying up all night to read Harry Potter and Deathly Hollows. Little by little though I started paying bills on time, vegetables that were not on top of delicious meat patties where being introduced into to my diet, and I leaned how to use the word Kafkaesque appropriately.

Luckily my commute to work is no longer two hours long but still I'm waking up at 5am. Why? To do what I swore would never be worth getting out of bed a few short hours after I fell asleep for: exercise. More precisely swimming. Well it's really more like determined flailing, or NOT drowning.

Four times a week I wake to my cell phone's alarm ringing to the tune of A-Ha's Take on Me. Getting out of bed is hastened by the usual morning need to pee. While on the toilet I convince myself that I'll go to bed early tonight so this won't be as horrible the next day. I never do and it always is.

By quarter to six I've encased my jiggly self in to a bit of Lycra and am racing the senior citizen, who doesn't know we're racing, in the lane next to mine. I don't count the number of laps as that may lead to disappointment. Instead I measure success in the decreasing number of ragged gasping breathes I have to take between laps. After three weeks it's down to eight, yay for me!

So here I am on that shining razor edge between what was and what will be. I still refuse to go to bed before midnight, I laugh hysterically when Matt makes our teddy bears dance, sometimes when I go to the supermarket for ketchup I come back with pie and chips. But still I can't seem to escape the looming world of adult hood with it's soothing yet confining regularities.

I still remember how to get there, Neverland, right at the second star straight until dawn. That second star it's not as bright as it used to be and getting hard to see.

Happy 4Th!

Happy fourth of July everyone! This is my third year as an official card carrying American and I take this time to reflect on what that means. For instance I just realized that all those years from second through sixth grade where I was made to participate in "I'm proud to be an American" sing-a-longs, coloring in red white and blue flags, and saying the pledge of allegiance were in fact acts of high treason on my part. oops. (for those just tuning in I was officially a Venezuelan citizen prior to 2005)

Well punishable by death acts aside please partake in a recent conversation I had with a friend of mine. I call it When Geeks Chat. Think of it as an anthropological study

12:18 PM Peter: "Resistance is Futile. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own."

me: HAHA

12:19 PM Peter: Happy 4th to you too! =)

me: is it sad that the only red white and blue in my closet is on a borg shirt? (said t-shirt can be seen above )

Peter: HAHAHA... naaa

12:20 PM It's okay, for a long time (7.75yrs) to be considered patriotic, you have to be a Borg drone....

me: so Nat tells me your sporting an Ironman look (my friend is having heart issues and his doctor made him wear a heart monitor)

12:22 PM Peter: Sort of... it's really more like Locutus- early looks

12:23 PM Wires and stuff... not pretty

But thankfully it's only for 24hrs

me: well it certainly can't be due to the work environment provided by tufts

12:24 PM Peter: Perish the thought!

me: how's the baby coming along?

or rather babies

Peter: That and the fact that Megan is almost ready to give birth any day....

One baby!!!

12:25 PM I'd die if it wasn't

me: it

it's why god gave you two arms

Peter: Uh-huh

me: :-p

12:26 PM Peter: ::shakes fist:: "Why I oughtta!"

12:28 PM Well the name is definitely going to be Luke, BTW

me: soon you'll be in a rocking chair saying "why when I was your age I had to illegally download albums on song at a time"

Luke is AWESOME!!!!

12:29 PM one song not on song

Peter: Yeah, "None of this fancy-shmancy neural interface download. We had it rough, we needed iPods.!"

12:30 PM me: ok so check out this baby name popularity chart for luke http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Luke

12:31 PM me thinks there was a disturbance in the force somewhere in the 70's

Peter: "Luke.... I am your Father!"

12:32 PM me: Can you get a onsie that says "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Peter: HAHAHA... LOL

"THAT"S IMPOSSIBLE!" That's cooler

12:33 PM me: much

and then the onsie should have one little sleeve sewn shut so he can't get his little hand out

lol

Peter: LOL

me: I'm tearing up

12:34 PM Peter: I personally think that a onesie that says "You'll find that I'm full of surprises."

would be pretty funny

12:36 PM me: oh man you think meagan would allow the kids room to be totally starwars pimped out? kinda like this but for star wars? http://www.whatisblik.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=B&Product_Code=NIN-SMB1

12:37 PM Peter: Super Mario bedroom = Kewl

me: well my lunch is over gotta go!

Peter: Later - see ya

12:38 PM me: make sure Nat tells me when you disappear into paternity leave land

Peter: I will!