chairs:

from the haunted meeting room at scholtz beer garten.

bird poop:

how do birds time their excretions so impeccably?

just a moment ago, on my bike-ride home from class, an enormous dollop of bird excrement landed, directly & cleanly, on my inner calf. instead of being grossed out, i am in awe of the precise simultaneity of this bird shitting from his branch & me pedaling beneath said branch. also, i am really happy that the huge dollop did not land in my hair.

happy four-twenty!

disparate:

i should know by now that drinking strong coffee at 5:00 p.m. is not such a good idea. i have very nasty bruises on both of my kneecaps. my neighbor-lady is an ogress. i registered for fall classes this morning. school is about to get crazy. i'm feeling inspired. things are looking up.

everything within this is absolutely unconnected, despite what you may think.

oooh:

mmm:

oh, life. busy busy. doing nothing. going crazy. i turn twenty-one soon. españa is soon, too. beware.

burnt:

i burned myself twice this morning, one time grabbing the hair straightener by the wrong end with my right hand and the other time on my left middle finger while preparing a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. i'm all hurting and stuff.

rain:

i am on spring break, visiting my family at home, & it's about to start raining.

rain reminds me of home, home reminds me of rain. thunder is coming.

mousse:

last night i had a dream that i was squirting hair mousse into my mouth & eating it as if it were reddi-wip. i was just reminded of this when i sat down at my desk (to begin all of the essays that are due tomorrow) & saw my hairspray on the corner. now i can't stop gagging & thinking about eating hair mousse. yuck. this is really going to hinder my writing.

march already?:

i guess it is!

this weekend was bradley's 21st birthday weekend. he went out sober at midnight & came home pretty wasted a few hours later, which was funny. this weekend was also two art museum visits, beer-drinking con mis padres, & explosions in the sky on campus, which was amazing.

this week is hectic: meetings, an essay test, two 10-page papers, a research paper outline, a sister-visit, & four tet. next week is spring break, which is much-needed.

so i just fixed myself a cup of boh tea that i bought last summer in malaysia. i don't know that it really tastes much different from the plain old bigelow tea that i had with my breakfast this morning, but it brings back memories of sitting at the tea plantation café, people-watching, enjoying the tea & the moment & my life. it makes me feel very nostalgic. i want to go back. i guess that's what nostalgia is.

on running/illness:

i love to run. it makes me feel very healthy & very satisfied. sometimes it is fun to do, especially when the weather is nice. although i haven't attempted to run very long distances as of yet, my ultimate goal is to be able to run a half marathon. some people are funny runners. i like to snicker at them a little bit, but then i think twice & realize that i probably look equally ridiculous, if not more so. i stop snickering.

i hate to be sick. i have been sick for practically two weeks with at least three separate illnesses. being sick makes me feel helpless (because i cannot do some things for myself), guilty (because i could potentially infect my roommates, boyfriend, classmates, or basically anyone whom i come in contact with, & also because i have to cancel plans), & lame (um, because i am fatigued & i go to bed ridiculously early every night, & also because my voice is gone & i sound like a monster).

hopefully the running that i have been doing daily will cancel out the sickness that i have contracted. like an equation that looks like this: (sickness)/(running) x (running)/(sickness) = 0

juice should factor into there somewhere, but i'm not a math major (& i haven't taken a class in years & years), so i don't know just how. whatever. anyway. i'm going now.