Peppermint Tea

i do want to write something. im terribly bored. well, im not. yes i am. i spent the entire day on facebook because i just did not want to study. so im not bored, no im not, since facebook kept me occupied. all the same, facebook could have been boring and so therefore i could be bored and terribly so at that. yes. ok, so i shall tell you explicitly of my day, which was spent in the pages of facebook. not that my day was non-real, no, it was just... spent soaked in the virtual realm, though honestly, i'd rather that not be. in my ideal world, we'd all live with real connections between us rather than the zips between handphones and other like cold faces of technology. e-books, for example, is something that makes me recoil in terror at the very thought. it scares me to think that books will one day be extinct, or that cds will be, for that matter, since the camp against them is intensifying. having said all that, though, i'd have to say that emails are not so bad. after all, they're my link to luke and kathy and i do quite like receiving emails, though it would be much more desirable to receive letters. luke once sent me a letter sealed with wax, just like they did in the olden days, which was pretty cool. it was a failed attempt, but still, i love that he thought of doing it. him being him, of course, he drew an arrow to the blobs of melted wax and said, "it was like buddha decided to throw up." (silly luke)  so the wax remained, but he put a piece of scotchtape down for good measure. 

anyway, so the only quite dayish thing that happened today was that i talked to luke on facebook. i wasnt actually in the mood to talk, but the two of us having quite inseparable mouths (i wish physically) when together, we ended up chatting, which, of course, was nice.  

so we started off by talking about the weather, which is actually a very german thing to do. according to luke, you just need the right clothes, which, coincidentally, is a german saying about cold weather. of course di didnt quite agree with the chill, but we did agree that we both loved fall. luke, however, went on to say, "when it comes to weather in the cold, you can layer, but in the summer or heat, there is only so much you can tastefully take off." 

"you could also just strip it all off and go skinny-dipping," i countered. 

"contrary to popular belief, im not that drunk all the time." never said he was! 

"who said you had to be drunk to jump into a lake?" 

"naked? very much so." 

"echt? wieso?"

i thought it was the most natural thing to do. (and i thought luke liked being naked. nay, but that's when he's drunk) in fact, i thought americans had no inhibitions of their bodies whatsoever and that they all went skinny-dipping in the summer. then i remembered that i was only comparing prude points between asians and americans, but compared to europeans, it was the americans who were the prudes. the europeans have topless beaches, which is a lovely thing, i say. im all for loving the body and not being ashamed of it, it's such a masterpiece, we ought in fact to glorify it. strange that we may admire animals for their coats and toned forms- naked - and yet not our own. (i wonder how life might have been different had adam and eve not eaten that fruit) there was this one time when i went to a topless beach in amsterdam and one woman i saw there had huge breasts, stretching from wherever-breasts-start-point right down to her waist. that was just a random observation i thought to share and no, it has no relation to the point above. anyway, the conversation ended soon thereafter because he needed to sleep (which he did probably after realising he was too tired to think up something intelligent to say in reply) and i needed to do whatever i had to do, which was to write. so. 

that was my lukeness for the day, yes. this was a terribly boring post, so if you made it this far and are reading these words, you either love me a lot (i doubt it) or you're as bored as i was today. on the other hand, you could have just conveniently ignored the middle paragraphs and come right down to the end. cheaterbug. 

turrah, folks.