Live Your Life

Fireworks. A friend from China. Where fireworks were invented. But I've never seen fireworks this beautiful in China. Sitting under a sky with starbursts of color, I drifted back to a different fireworked sky in a different time celebrating a different holiday in a different country with a different person under a different circumstance—a fleeting romance. A college friend soon to have a different last name. I composed a song when I was 11. It improved with maturity and formal training. "Here Comes the Bride"? Nope. My song. Wow, you must be really good friends! What an honor! And it is. And to think that a student handed in a comparison/contrast paper to her that was a mere two-columned list of the characteristics of different car brands. I wouldn't have been able to keep my composure! Every time I think about it, I laugh. It must've been surreal, like, how could someone living in this century think that that's an acceptable paper? It definitely topped my suck up email. The Picture of Dorian Gray. My current bedside reading. It was one of college friend's frequent mentions. I've always been intrigued by the posture of the 19th century dandy. A gentleman, all the time in the world on his hands, polished, moneyed, decadent, fanciful, world-weary, apathetic, hedonistic, erudite and cynical, and always tinged with latent homoeroticism. Pizza. Veggie with wheat crust. Can you handle it? We just saw Food, Inc. Yeah, I can handle it. Laughing with abandon. Testing out our elementary French. Ruminating over our post-graduation plans. So live your life, ay ay ay/ You steady chasing that paper/ Just live your life (Oh!) ay ay ay/ You got no time for no haters.