Sunday night idleness

Sunday. It's Sunday night. Fear not.

Just because I read the other day something on how we tend to fear Sunday night more than, before-going-to-work/school Monday morning, I decided to give you some Miles Davis love. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and the reading too. Just lie down, fuck my post, lie down and relax.

 

 

Since school (not school, GRADUATE school, I'm feeling like a college student for the first time) started, perhaps not since school, but most likely since I moved to this place, one and a half months ago, that I have been immersing myself on media. But actually fully enjoying it. I'm not limited to the tastes of my peers, nor the tastes of my family, nor the tastes I though I had, but now realize I didn't. Anyway, as I was writing, ever since this "change" started that I started changing.

Changing. Changing to someone I used to be. So is it really a change? A regression perhaps? But isn't a regression supposed to carry a negative meaning? Well, not in this case. The brain is a funny thing. And it's amazing how, regardless how dumb I used to consider myself, having the right mindset/attitude actually brought my "chutzpah" back.

Besides, I have been learning so much lately, that it only makes me want to learn more and more. I have this need that I cannot sate. The only thing keeping from it it's life itself. Besides studying I also need to work, also need to keep watching my daily tv drama session (it's my daily motivation. or incentive, like the Freakonomics's authors like to call it).

I have been trying to improve my english language skills, I have been reading on it, and will continue doing it. Not saying I will be the next Carrie Bradshaw, but I sure would like to someday get to a similar position. And life. Just like when I was a kid, I still dream of someday Manhattan.

Have a nice Sunday. 

I will spend the next few Sunday minutes I still have left watching some old school vampire love, starring Sarah Michelle Gellar.