Still moving from house to house. Yesterday we signed all the paperwork to buy the house. Today we signed it a second time because they didn't like Bill's signature. It has to read "[G's grandma's name] by [G's dad's name] Attorney-In-Fact" on every line. Some of those lines were tiny and it went to the next line. That's why they sent it back. We were supposed to have MOVED IN last Tuesday. Since then we've been shuttling between friends' houses.

If the story weren't different every day ... or maybe if it hadn't appeared that we wouldn't get to buy the place at all last Friday due to a major money difference (that our agent messed up) ... then perhaps I wouldn't be constantly on the edge of tears.

Of course, on top of that, the owners of the house we've been staying in all year decided that they think that the house is in bad condition. I can't tell you how hard we worked on it. But the fact that they went out of their way to do us a favor and now they regret it, despite me and G's mom working so hard, just makes me feel sick.

And then I found out that Corinne died Sunday night. She was not a person who should die young. She was a person who loved life and laughed maniacally when things turned to crap because of it. She was light.

If I were in D.C., now is the time that I would say, "I give up" and run and spend the night at my friend's house no matter how much it left G high and dry.

He is downstairs as I write this, making a sand mandala of peace on a platform in the main Bookstore of the University of Arizona. When I went down to see his work, there was already someone there, and two people came just after me. Another woman asked a question before I did and he answered her, but then, when I asked him another question about his colors, he looked at me and asked me my name. I told him, and he said, "Sam. Did I say it right?" I said yes, and then I asked him his name and he said, "Lobsang" and then I mispronounced it, tried again, and asked, "did I say it right?" He said yes, but I am pretty positive I didn't.

Then, slowly, we started talking. He asked me about Tucson, and I tried to answer but didn't manage to say much more than that the mountains are amazing. Tears came to my eyes. I asked him where he is from and he said Tibet, then India, then Philadelphia. He said that even though the mountains here are not big, he is glad to see them. I told him that they make my heart happy. I asked him if he had fled Tibet and he looked at me and said, "Yes Sam" and smiled a slow real smile.

At some point, he turned and gave me his hand and I gave him mine as if there were no one else there. And that feeling of warm dry skin on skin, of human intimacy, of friendship, made me feel deeply happy. I love him now.

And when he asked me if I was done with my study for the day, I had to admit that I wasn't, that in fact I had a meeting in another 10 minutes. And I left.

Tomorrow I will go back and see if he is here. And if he is not, I will still look at his mandala and think about peace. And healing.

On December 26th I took a trip to San Diego to see my sister's son. Also my sister and my brother, and, naturally, my brother-in-law. I hadn't seen Mason since he was born eighteen months ago. An enormous number of things have changed in my life since then. Re-reading the entries I wrote then, I scarcely feel like the same person.

It is traditional, at the start of a new year, to review the past and consider the future, and I suppose that's just what I've been doing.

My whole life, but particularly 2008, has been unbelievably blessed. Just. Unbelievable. I was accepted into the graduate program I most wanted, I got to spend a two month vacation in Ecuador with family I enjoy, I began work (ie, graduate school) that I find completely fulfilling and engaging and meaningful, I am living in a gorgeous house that I would not be able to afford in normal circumstances, and, just as the year came to a close, I was offered a TA position. My relationship with my husband is fantastic, and it always amazes me how functional we are. Our ability to communicate openly about our feelings and our passions is (I begin to realize) rare and truly special. We challenge each other and we have a hell of a lot of fun together. I also have an amazing support system in the form of a friendship that even a fifteen hour time difference cannot shake, and family that is helping me follow my dream materially and emotionally. As I suspected when I first left for college about seven years ago, my family provides me with excellent grounding and stability as long as I don't have to switch between their houses. :) 

(As a sidenote, I was talking about life philosophies with my husband today, and I think I pretty much got mine from Mom. Mostly it involves very low expectations of the world and very high expectations of oneself. This could help explain why I feel so incredibly lucky re: my whole life, but this year I was lucky beyond any normal person's expectations.)

For 2009, I definitely have some areas to work on, but there are two in particular that I think will be most challenging (and most important):

• regular exercise
• organizing (ie, actually beginning) my research

Things that I have been moderately successful with in 2008 and need to kick up a notch in 2009 include:

• forming relationships with colleagues/peers (I need to budget more money for coffeeshops)
• meditating regularly

I am very very happy.

(anthropology) I am sooooo tired. This week was overwhelming, but I finally managed to get out my National Science Foundation (NSF) grant proposal, my midterm, and my professional poster with the quantitative analysis of word variance in sex ed curricula. I feel good about the essays for the NSF (though I screwed up some of the other requirements - let's not talk about it), I am a little apathetic about my midterm (but am glad it got done), and I'm quite proud of the poster (my prof suggested we submit it to medical anthropological conferences). Next up is another book review paper, a current events presentation, and a paper that will form the bulk of our literature review for a research project on guidance counseling for undocumented students that I hope to continue with a colleague next year, and a qualitative research paper on discourse analysis. I am feeling good. That's four professional development thingies related to publication and presentation in conferences. I will polish them up over Winter break and begin submitting them in the spring.

(Bordieu) I look good. That is, I'm wearing professional clothes, shoes, and hair still and I like it. Like many people in D.C., I think a somewhat conservative business attire is the way to go. It makes me feel professional, which in turn keeps my behavior professional (I have yet to miss a deadline or a class or a meeting or anything - quite a change from my undergrad experience), and helps maintain clear boundaries between work and personal. I think, like at Identity, this is an important boundary to maintain, especially because there is already so much necessary overlap (I work mostly at home, my social network is made up of colleagues, etc).

(culture) I had a job interview today for an Office Asst. position in the learning disabilities program. It's really pretty ideal for me, only 3-4 hours a day during hours I can totally handle. It's on campus, walking distance from all my classes, and it seems possible that there is some form of tuition remission. I'll find out next week if I get the job. My fingers are crossed.

(Derrida) Did I mention I'm tired? I've been sleeping plenty (a minimum of eight hours), but my brain is begging for more time off. I'm sure meditation would help (as always), but I can't seem to be totally consistent with it. At least I haven't totally abandoned it. Exercise might help, too, but I rarely accompany Guille to the gym like I ought to.

(Foucault) My best friend is currently in a plane on her way to Taiwan (by way of Korea). I am super excited for her and proud that she is claiming her own path and making a career in unexpected and awesome ways. She is brilliant and therefore it would be easy to allow herself to fall into many little boxes set up for smart people, but she is also brave, and so she is making her own way. Go tatterpunk !

I promised tatterpunk that I would start posting more, so I'm trying, okay? It just may be boring ...

Classes start (technically) on Monday. But, thusfar, the only classes for which I have a schedule are on Wednesday. I have THREE classes, which seems like ridiculously few, but everyone assures me that I will be overwhelmed. I need to buy books. I need to publish by the end of the first year (on my own, so this helps me imagine what I'll be doing with my hypothetical free time). Also, even though I haven't been able to meet my assigned first-year-mentor (professor) and student-mentor, other students have been so amazing and supportive that I'm not sure I even need them! (Just kidding, I totally do, but still, other students are amazing.)

This is a relief, because grad student culture in this dept. is a significant part of why I wanted to come here. Thus far, people who have no reason to even talk to me have sent out emails on my behalf, invited me to lunch, and offered to sit down and give me the skinny on everything from permissions from Human Subjects on vulnerable populations to how to have kids in grad school.

Still haven't started classes, but I'm feeling pretty good.

I spent all day in front of the T.V. watching "What Not To Wear" and "Next Top Chef" with Guille while I recovered from my hangover. The hangover came from the 4 bottles of wine that me and Guille and Yoli polished off last night. Oh, and the rum. Dad and Trish were on silent retreat, and so we had the house more or less to ourselves. It is very rare for us to be social - let alone entertain on our own turf (even when we have our own turf, which we mostly don't now) - and mostly that suits me fine, but it was really nice to do this weekend.

Guille made this delicious pork in a gyro style (without the spit, of course) and we ate it with pitas and red onions and fries Guille made and tzatziki we picked up from our favorite Greek/Turkish store (amazing honey! good olive oil, great tzatziki, and occasionally fig cookies for a real treat). It's always the same little old Turkish guy with the hearing aid who is there when we go. It is definitely the typical "local" connection, since he now knows us, even though everything there is imported. Often we go after Dim Sum, but we're watching our bottom line right now (no eating out! we're saving up for new tires), so instead we went after a two hour walk at Brookside Gardens. So beautiful! Tulips everywhere, among other things. I could kick myself for forgetting my camera again. And the walk really helped my mental state as well.

Seeing Aubri last Monday and Kat on Friday was also really great. I am definitely going to make an effort to get out of my homebody ways to spend more time with Aubri, and I am very excited about having a regular pre-work lunch with Katharine once a week.

Also, Nikos is doing a great job of sitting on command, and he has "come" down pat. Next up: shake!

I'm making ThePioneerWomanCooks' favorite salad ever for dinner tonight. A dinner that may involve the presence of wonderful friend Yoli who gave me the coolest Arizona-appropriate gift ever: cacti. Here's a photo from above including the names I decided on. In case it isn't obvious, the two twin cacti have two versions of nicknames from the same name. (Chuy and Chucho are from Jesus, Pancho and Paco are from Francisco, Teto is from Hector, Lalo is from Eduardo, and Nacho is from Ignacio.

Also, I am going to start working part time fo' real this time. Starting tomorrow. Doing office work. It ain't much, but it'll help with getting stuff ready for Arizona. And it's a five minute walk from Guille's job!

I'm gonna have to reschedule the Spanish tutoring I've been doing (volunteering) for this middle school kid, but her schedule seems pretty open, so I'm not worried.

And we are going to meet with a financial planner FOR FREE!! Exciting, right? Shut up, I'm totally excited.

Oh yeah, and I heard back from NYU and I didn't get in, but it doesn't matter because I'M GOING TO ARIZONA, BABY!!!

I know that there are plenty of people who wouldn't want my job if it paid a million dollars instead of in the mid-30s, but that doesn't bother me or make me think less of them. I think that we all need to connect with the world in some real life-changing way. Some of us do that through direct-service-providing work. Others by volunteering as mentors, tutors, construction workers, etc. Some people have enough need in their family that they can satisfy that balance there. I hope some day to meet the majority of my needs that way in a job as a professor, helping people who have already helped themselves a great deal. There are, of course, some people who don't recognize that need, but I think the lack of it makes them feel incomplete and unbalanced and I hope that they do recognize it someday - but even then, I can only feel sympathy, not frustration, at their lack of involvement.

But yesterday I had dinner with a friend who has 200% burned out. And she can't leave her job because they are sponsoring her to get her green card. And she has gotten to a point where when ANYONE comes up to her looking for a little support, her face goes blank and in her head she starts screaming "I DON'T CARE!!! GO AWAY!!! GO HOME! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU OR YOUR LIFE!" And it's eating her up because she wants that connection, too, but she is spending all of her emotional capital just showing up to work everyday.

No real conclusions here, other than my pride in myself for being as successful as I was in setting up boundaries (something my friend hasn't been as able to do because of her situation) and real sadness for what I suspect is a large number of people who begin to believe that they really truly don't care when they do, they just care too much for their own good and eventually have to completely withdraw just to survive emotionally.

Peace.

Better late than never, right?

A couple of pix from the wedding, thanks to Katharine. Let me know if you'd like them behind a cut.




My best friend and I preparing for the thing.




Sam and Guille say their vows.




Isa presents her part of the ritual - but she's nervous so she puts her fingers in her ears.




There's an old Turkish tradition that says that the first one to step on the other's feet after they are declared husband and wife wears the pants in the family - look who won!




It may not be as fancy as some, but our tres leches cake was delicious.




It's been a long day by this point, but Guille still agrees to dance with me.

Cop kun ka (cop koon kah) = Thank you

Today Fab taught me Thai:

rra dri sowad (RRA-duh-RRI suh-WUT) = Good night
sowadikah (suh-WAH-dee-KAH) = Hi

and yesterday I learned that Peek-a-Boo is Jut Ay (juh* eh) (jut has the sort of unpronounced "t" sound we occasionally do with words like mitten - if you're from certain parts of the U.S., anyway, Ay is said like the first letter of the English alphabet).

I like languages. Too bad I never remember what I learn.

I lied when I said I would update about my sex life. But I will talk about other things which are more relevant to my life right now. Katherine is in Bath. Which makes me so happy. For those of you to whom I do not talk incessantly about her, she is my testarossa, my principessa, and I love her dearly. She got me watching/reading Jane Austen stuff, and it is only as a result of that that I have any conception of what Bath is. But she's in BATH. How cool is that? I love imagining her there, although, I am not so jealous since it is unbelievably beautiful here right now. Like azilm said.

AZ is awesome. He's the perfect roommate to have (although technically we are housemates, since we rent different rooms), and I love him. We are very different, and I am the kind of close-minded person who doesn't often get along with people who don't agree with me, but it doesn't matter to me too much with him. Perhaps this is partly due to the condescending "well, hopefully (for their own sake, of course) they will grow up one day and come to understand the wisdom I am imparting, but if they don't I can't be responsible for it" attitude I am developing, but I think it's also that he doesn't need to continue on themes about which we disagree. Which is nice.

Guille is doing well, still living in my parents' home - but now with Elio (who is staying for a few weeks). One of my friends (I don't remember who) said my home is becoming the Latino bording house and I like to repeat that like I thought of it. But Elio isn't staying, he's just looking around for a few weeks. I really would love it if he'd move to the area, and have decided that my way to avoid missing Oberlin and my social network is to get them to all move to D.C. :)

I haven't spoken with Susanna recently, but she seems to be doing okay. Her kidneys are fine, her marriage is on track (that is, it's still planned for this July) and I still think she's the cat's meow. Unfortunately, I am liking the idea of getting married, too. But I know this is wrong, and not smart, since the next few years are going to hold a lot of changes (e.g. becoming fully financially independent) and there's no need to rush these things.

And other than that, Spring Break killed me. Destroyed me. Because, when I arrived, I was loving school almost to the point of obsession with learning. And now? Now I just want to drink beer or lemonade on the porch, talk to friends, do BJJ, watch movies, do anything except all the work I've got to do.

And on that note, I'm gonna get back to it, cuz I have an Econ test on Thursday and a problem set on Tuesday, and some papers, and an art project, not to mention lot and lots o' Conversion reading. Le sigh.

Guille is making a ruckus upstairs. I am downstairs attempting to keep the sweater I'm knitting my mom from falling apart and copying over old family recipes into a new recipe box for Guille. The ruckus is probably a combination of energetic cooking and playing with Ginger. Hopefully his presence upstairs will keep Angel from wigging out too much.
Angel's pretty much blind and deaf these days, but has found her voice (she never used to bark, but now she protects us from the ghosts she sees). She barks and barks and barks. I stop watching football every half hour or so, put down the knitting and recipes and go reassure her. But it never quiets her for long. How terrifying getting old must be, whether you're a dog or a human. She's got cysts all over her body. Some hard. Some soft. I suspect she has cancer. I don't know what else it could be. She's had them for about a year and a half now ... Mommy says it's only a matter of time. I hope she hangs on till I graduate, but it's hard to guess these things. She's still pretty energetic.

In other matters, AZ won his first No Holds Barred fight in a minute and ten seconds. YAY AZ!! That's right, he's MY roommate!

Back to Donovan and Michael.

So I was bitching to Luzma today about no longer being able to invite my favorite mexican to the Thanksgiving dinner because he was wearing a swastika, but she didn't recognize the word "swastika" (other Mexicans have). Then, when I was explaining about how it was the symbol of the Nazis, she stopped me to clarify that the Nazis were the same as the Germans (yes, the word IS the same in Spanish).

I guess I just assumed that if they knew what the symbol WAS (and Alejandro did), then they would attach some importance to it. But I am beginning to think that the others were being genuine when they were saying that it's really no big deal here. My tutor told me they only sent one squadron from their airborne for the whole war. No one knows. It's like something out of the movies for them. Not a reality. Not a symbol that actually carries meaning.

Actually, I'm not sure that any symbol carries meaning here. Even the Revolution, which is their symbol in words and name, doesn't have an image that's always used. There is NO understanding of the "n" word here, because they have no similar word. No word which can actually hurt people. No image.

So ... even though I still REALLY want to have a conversation with him about it, I think I may invite Alejandro after all ...

Any thoughts or comments would be appreciated, but if you want them to be taken into consideration, they should be advanced before dinnertime tomorrow.

My best friend Kat is quite possibly the best person in the entire world. Why? You may ask? You may not even know this amazing individual and find my assertion hard to fathom. But once my story is done you will undoubtedly be in agreement.

I'm not sure exactly when this story begins, so in order to keep it short I will begin when I woke up this morning.

I woke up this morning freezing cold as a result of having gotten up in the middle of the night and left the bathroom door (which has an open window in it) open. I was in the process of trying to actually crawl inside Guille, my boyfriend of three years and two days, for heat when the alarm went off at 10:00 am, announcing that my vacation was coming to an end. We spent the morning watching lucha libre and playing gin (which I am ashamed to say I lost miserably) until the hotel kicked us out at 2:00. Then it was off to the airport. We ate in an EXTREMELY overpriced airport restaurant until it was time for him to leave. He tried to pay the bill with the credit card he'd brought with him, but it had finally kicked the bucket. Which left the 606.00 peso tab to me. I didn't have the cash to cover it, but after a trip to an ATM I was ready. I told myself that it was a late anniversary present to us so I didn't feel quite so sick about spending all that money. But it wasn't hard to forget about that particular feeling as it was soon overrided by a crushing sadness that Guille was leaving.

As you may recall, things had finally started looking up in Puebla, but when Guille came that pretty much ended. It became clear while I was hanging out with Guille and the group of boys I usually chill with here, that they don't even come CLOSE to the people I used to have. I had finally become happy with mediocrity only to spend a week in the presence of splendor. I had forgotten that he makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. That I cry around him. That I am more me than any other time. Anyway, as he walked thru the lines to go through security and onto his flight, it struck me deeply and painfully that there is nothing left to be learned here. I will sit here and finish off the projects I started, and smile through incipent dinner conversations, and drink pulque with the kids in the anthro department, and try not to be too unhappy. Guille promised he would try to send me something in the mail, like a book to teach myself Latin with.

Then I got home. There was no one there. Luzma and Paco are out, and Eundria is in Oaxaca celebrating the Dia de los Muertos. When I walked into my room I picked up two packages that had been left there. The first cheered me up a little: pictures of my church (in its brand new building!) with a helpful explanation accompanying it. As well as yummies. This was lovely, but didn't really alleviate the reality of Mexico. Then I opened the second package. It was from Amazon.com. And inside I saw:


It is an amazing and wonderful thing when you're friends know you better than you know yourself. An amazing and wonderful thing. I now have something that will keep me happy and occupied the rest of the time I am in Puebla. And what's more, I know that all my Obie friends are going to be TERRIBLY jealous of me.

Life is good.

Today I woke up late, which is good because I stayed up too late again watching T.V. Around 1:30 I turned it off (early for me) and wrote in my journal and read the Dalai Lama's Art of Happiness that Guille gave me for my birthday. Today I am wearing one of the shirts that his parents gave me. And I am carrying the bag that my dad gave me, and wearing the ring that my mom gave me. I'm not wearing the pearl necklace that Luzma gave me (I thought that was a bit much, but . . .) or the cool Maya face necklace that her son gave me. And thank goodness, I actually remembered to thank him when I saw him today.

OH SHIT!!!
Eundria, who is sitting next to me, just reminded me that I have a date in two hours. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I need to go home and take a shower and read the Dalai Lama some more. I really am nervous. I mean, I'd be nervous anyway, but this isn't something I have any experience with. I'm going to tell her the truth. That I have a boyfriend, that I will be going back to him in a couple months, but that I would love to hang out with her. I don't think I'll mention whether or not I want to have sex with her. The truth is, I am unsure. I don't want to risk trusting her. I don't want to fall for anyone else. And thus, I don't think having sex with her would be a fabulous idea. Because it would be really really easy to. Trust her, that is. Love her, even. Maybe. I dunno. I've only chilled with her one other time. But ... yeah. I'm pretty sure it would be easy. Especially with Guille far away.

The truth is, I would really love to be her friend. Really. I think I could trust her. If only I hadn't hit on her already. Oh well, it'll work out.

In other significant other news: I learned some capoeira today from Eundria's boyfriend, which apparently made her jealous. And then I showed him a real basic Jiu Jitzu move, which involved him temporarily straddling me. And that was just about the end of it. I forget sometimes. But I really did enjoy learning the capoeira stuff. I wish I had a place to practice.

Roommate situation is ... about the same. More another day, when she's not sitting next to me.



This entry is dedicated to Kat and AZ.

A week now before I head to Mexico, and I was worried that having a full house would really stress me out. But, happily, it's just making me feel less stressed. Jadele, Charlie, and Daniel = lots of Regla de Ocha goodness! And we were listening to their CDs during dinner tonight, and this one beautiful song to Yemaya came on and I swear when I closed my eyes I was seeing surf.

I especially like this one guy, Daniel. I think I have a real love for people named Daniel. I've never met a Daniel I didn't like. He's interesting, and he was a teacher, and now he's a drummer, and he has a tattoo of Tlaloc. Yay! And he's Mexican-American.

Life is good. I want a tattoo. But not of a Mayan rain god. I want "mete moi meli, mete melissa" and I want it soon. Maybe when I come back to the U.S. after the trip.

Now: TO BED! I must be ready for my three Italian girls tomorrow morning. And then: to the Mexican consulate.

Good night.

It's almost 7:00 pm and I realize that I am never going to be as ready as I'd like to be for my stupid Spanish exam tomorrow morning.
This frustration is bleeding into other areas of my life, but this is also due to jealousy/frustration. By this I mean Guille. Poop on him. I admit, I only started working around 3:00 pm today, meanwhile Guille was presenting his economics thingy, something I know he worked long and hard on. And I understand wanting a break, I really do. But yesterday, making dinner, was a long ass break, and I kept working through it. I did, however, stop and watch "Swordfish" with Carly and Yolie and Sydney and the boys, but that was relatively brief, and I worked hard to finish my paper after. Today Guille went and played Smash Bros after his presentation. He did this instead of going to the library, like he said he would, and saying hi and going out to eat with me, so I went to eat by myself. An hour and some later he calls me, annoyed that I didn't wait more than an hour for him, and tells me he's going out to dinner with Carly. I love Carly (I love you, glove), but I am frustrated. I wanted to eat with Guille. I also wanted to eat dinner with him yesterday, that's why I suggested making dinner. That's why I cooked so much (even tho he told everyone that he did all the cooking). That's why I paid for it all. And it was more than $50! And without even asking me if I minded first, he called and invited Yoli and Carly. As I said, I love the kids, but considering it was my money, my idea, my work, and I was in the middle of studying really hard, it would have been nice if he weren't QUITE so self-centered. I also am frustrated because he played Smash Bros right after he got an academic incomplete! I mean, come on! If you don't have the time to fucking finish your work, stop playing fucking SMASH BROTHERS! And I'm frustrated because I am doing my work, and I HATE doing my work, and when I want things to go my way, they don't, but everything's going gravy for him. GRRRR! And I am also frustrated at myself because I really hate being jealous, especially of people I love. But they are inevitably the only people I am envious of. And really, I don't mean much that I'm saying, but I am tired, and cranky, and have a lot of work to do, and I wish ... I wish I didn't.
Bleh.
And I hate Spanish.

I feel like death on a cracker. I'm unclear who I contracted my illness from, all I know is that as I lay down to sleep last night I started coughing. When I woke up this morning and lay down next to Carly (sorry Carly if I gave it to you - and if you gave it to me, I forgive you) I couldn't breathe through my nose. I got up and cleaned dishes for the Soul Breakfast in the House until 2:30 or so, and then went back to my room to attempt to write a paper about transnationalizing banda. Apparent that my brain could not handle that, I started writing my myth in Spanish (the Pelasgian creation myth starring Eurynome, the Wide-Stretching-Over-Everything-One - I know, I should get an award for my translation). I enjoy doing it, but it soon became obvious that my brain and body couldn't even do that.
I never get sick. Never. Or at least I tend to believe this to be so whether or not the facts concur. So it takes me a little while to realize when I have been stricken, because usually I just complain about anything little, and it really is nothing. This time ... bleh. Thanks to Guille I managed a phone call to Jim, who brought me Comtrex. (Comtrex=Life) And after sleeping from 7-10, I began to feel a little better.
I finished my composition, yay, but now I have 1) paper on transnationalizing banda 2) greek translation and articles to read for greek tomorrow 3) sexuality paper 4) greek paper. And I have no one to love me and bring me saltines, soup and tea.
But mad love to Elio, who brought me 4th meal food when I discovered that the Comtrex had stimulated my appetite, and to Jim, who brought me the Comtrex.
Blehhhhhhh.

It's a Friday afternoon. All my classes are done. Today has been ... boring. I went to Spanish, which was made bearable by writing poetry about Danny (my Lorainrican saviour), who I adore:
Danny, my dear, though you're covered in fur like creature feature
You're a peach, and I love you for wanting to kill our teacher
You're a muckluck and a dork, but I bless the day
the stork brought you, no matter what your parents say.

I still found the clock the most unbearable tease ... how can it go so slow. And then it felt that way again in Greek, except the opposite, cuz we ran out of time to translate. :( Oh well.

And now ... now I feel a need to do work, cuz I sucked this week. I felt like I didn't do anything effective, but I can't figure out where the time went. Mostly, I spent a lot of time with Carly. And too much time with Guille. And I ate lunch with Hannah (which was UNBELIEVABLE!), and we talked about our people (Ellen and Guille) and, damn. I love that girl. She's smart and on point and very good at reading people, and we share many faults. And she's not crazy, but she is learning, and that can be hard, too. And Ellen's great. And beautiful. I love her so much. I'm going over to her house for dinner tonight. So's Guille. Speaking of which, Happy New Year, everybody!

So right, anyway, I think I need to do work. But instead what I really want to is work on my website, but I'm not gonna do that either. I'm going to take a nap. Good night.