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and then, and then--
Apr. 8th, 2006 06:23 pmToday the weather was so Irish it hurt. On the bus back from Fairview with Sharon and Marika and Alex, whizzing along Griffin Ave seeing the buildings rise up and the DART shoot by and the ugly metal bridges cutting across the Liffey, the sky was actually divided in two: To the east, expansive blues and clouds you want to stick a straw into. To the west, scary endless deepening gray, streaming down toward the city. We got off the bus and it was shining. Then I walked across a bridge and thought I was going to get blown into the river. Then it started pouring and I walked to the market to meet Cathy and it started to hail.
Guys, it's hailed more here in the several months I've been here than cumulatively over the rest of my life. At least, it feels that way. I'm waiting for the locusts.
I am tired and don't want to do work, but today is the designated Work Night, as is all of tomorrow and tomorrow night. I will make dinner first which will kill a couple hours. Then I will feel momentarily crappy for not having gotten back into my paper yet, then I will get slowly and deliciously overly caffeinated, then I will stay up as long as I can writing.
Today is one of those days when I daydream a fair bit about getting top surgery. Jesus fucking Christ.
Ooh also, my next few weeks look like:
-Mama and Babou (grandmother) getting here Thursday night, staying til...I forget when. The 19th?
-Taylor!
-Shani is coming back sometime before my mom and grandmother arrive, which is fabulous.
-Bergson paper by the 28th, aka oh fuck.
-study for 7 exams, 6 of which are philosophy, aka How the fuck am I going to pass my classes and get the credits I need toward my major? (That last sentence made me think about those Sally Struthers commercials: "Do you want to make more money? Sure, we all do.")
-study, haha. Who am I kidding. Maybe I'll buy notecards. Anyway, I'll "study" and stress out and take these exams. And then I will go see gay theatre and then I will go to Istanbul and then I will be 21 and then I will go home.
Also I want to write a letter to Val (my chef) and sort of come out to him but I don't really know what to say.
Guys, it's hailed more here in the several months I've been here than cumulatively over the rest of my life. At least, it feels that way. I'm waiting for the locusts.
I am tired and don't want to do work, but today is the designated Work Night, as is all of tomorrow and tomorrow night. I will make dinner first which will kill a couple hours. Then I will feel momentarily crappy for not having gotten back into my paper yet, then I will get slowly and deliciously overly caffeinated, then I will stay up as long as I can writing.
Today is one of those days when I daydream a fair bit about getting top surgery. Jesus fucking Christ.
Ooh also, my next few weeks look like:
-Mama and Babou (grandmother) getting here Thursday night, staying til...I forget when. The 19th?
-Taylor!
-Shani is coming back sometime before my mom and grandmother arrive, which is fabulous.
-Bergson paper by the 28th, aka oh fuck.
-study for 7 exams, 6 of which are philosophy, aka How the fuck am I going to pass my classes and get the credits I need toward my major? (That last sentence made me think about those Sally Struthers commercials: "Do you want to make more money? Sure, we all do.")
-study, haha. Who am I kidding. Maybe I'll buy notecards. Anyway, I'll "study" and stress out and take these exams. And then I will go see gay theatre and then I will go to Istanbul and then I will be 21 and then I will go home.
Also I want to write a letter to Val (my chef) and sort of come out to him but I don't really know what to say.
