today a package arrived in the mail from brandy! I'm so excited i can barely type!

monday was aight... i think? i was extremely tired. i skipped my first class and went to the later one. april and i went shopping for dinner ingredients to make lentils... I found a yam shaped like a phone :)

today was kind of long and busy. i only got 3ish hours of sleep. i had to accompany my sister to court today only to find out i didn't have to... so i was up and awake at 7am for no reason at all :D but i guess it as a nice, productive day. class went fine and i got a lot done for it. spanish group was canceled... le sad.

I thought of maybe stating to garden here, but i really don't know if i should bother. i may choose to live alone, come the end f this lease. i love michael and april but i am sick of hearing april and her boyfriend fight and fuck. i do not want to hear my older sister orgasming... sorry sis. I am also tired of hearing her scream. I've had enough screaming in my life. she's so chaotic. i wish she was the way she is when she's alone with me all the time, because it's like two different people. she's so calm and serene with me. i love that april. i guess i love all of her. she's just tough to live with sometimes. I'm glad i'm such an easy going person, or things would get ugly. I realize that this complaining make me seems a little victim-y but i promise i'm not, i'm just fed up. i know what i wanna do, and that's most likely to just be alone. no one is responsible for any of the ridiculousness you find in your home except for you, and that's such a refreshing feeling - to not blame. to know who did it, and not care. i miss doing that.

i really wish i could have my own garden. to have dirt to dig into, to smell eath, touch green, plant a life, and to watch it grow great and grand, a bit mundane and a bit sacred. pure life, manifested. i want to be in it, around it, touching it, loving it.

hopefully, i'm going to be able to help jodie with her garden projects she does around the city and the one she's starting for O3... i want more of her in my life. she's a positive force, an action oriented person, and i need doers close to me. They give me so much inspiration to be a doer, myself, because otherwise, i fall pray to the sedentary lifestyle.

• sigh* so many things.

i went to a discussion about US-S.korea aggression towards N. korea, the norths reaction, etc...

it was actually a great talk/comment,question session after the talk. Garrett, my friend, presented. it was at the IAC. I went specifically because i am so cautious/iffy about north korea... and i think, more than having opened my mind, the event helped me to make the connection/connect the dots i should have been able to do myself, but wasn't.

I think the biggest factor in all of this, the topic which passes no one's lips in the west is self-determination. it doesn't matter if a people are living under a system we don't like, or are less "free" or this or that, etc - what matters is what THEY are going to do about it. what THEY want. if they don't want something to be there, let them get rid of it. let them change it. it's not our job, it's not our problem, and changing their way of being benefits very few people ever as we see time and time again. i won't go on an endless rant about it, but we all know who i mean. (the aristocracy) i am not us vs them about class warfare, personally, but i can plainly see that it exists. i don't really relate to people as robert the poor person from such and such demographic. I am human d interacting with human f. in so far as i can muster that attitude of being... because it certainly never works all of the time.

why am i still writing?

i had a cleaning fit after going home in the rain. i get claustrophobic around the crowded apartment full of things i do not own, and sometimes i just want to throw everything out and just have a simple home with few possessions

woof.

that's my backyard down there V, all those random backyard pics.

sunday was so lazy.

i had some yummy special coffee my mom taught me how to make when i was little. I guess her Argentinian step mother, Gladys taught her how to make it.

you separate an egg yolk from the white which is tossed out, then in a coffee cup mix the yolk with 1 or 2 spoons of sugar and stir it with coffee... it's so freaking good.



I did a lot of cleaning in my bedroom but at a completely lazy pace. it took me hours to do what should have taken 1.

then we made spaghetti dinner. we had a blush sauce! i cooked everything and michael helped me chop, and april made the salad... sort of. michael mostly made it. april bakd garlic bread. we had sparkling grape juice! i love sparkling grape juice. i promise the food actually looked so delicious. it was amazing. i make amazing spaghetti sauce. i just jumped into it before taking a pic...


then i found some old photos... good times. i looked like a girl when i was little. hard to believe i was at one time blond haired and blue eyed.






I've been chatting with a few people here and there, but honestly, i don't know why i am. i don't really want to get to know these people and possibly care about any of them. I just want to satisfy some bodily urges that can be a bit difficult to satisfy with only my hand. I wish i could telepathically communicate with some random suitably attractive male located a reasonable distance from my home that i would like to sex him, not talk, and then leave, and if it was good enough, do that a few more times. because these are things i cannot bring myself to say. prior to these last two months it had been a year since the last time i'd had sex. i'd like to not do that again. I'm so bad at being promiscuous. i always end up having deep conversation or cuddling instead? sometimes it's just as intimate. sometimes.

saturday was ridiculously exhausting. i was already tired from the night before... then worked straight through a double shift. i ended up doing banquet stuff all day in a room inthe basement for bowling parties. it kind of sucked. i worked 3 parties back to back. one started at 11, ended at 1:30, the next started at 2, ended at 3, and then the next started at 3:30 and ended at 8. so 2 of the 3 parties, i had to magically have set up in a half hour. that was after breaking down the party before and clearing out the clutter. thank goodness i had help.

i went out with rita for ambush, and then we went to old school hip hop night at Hardware. i had fun for a bit but ended up really tired. i guess it was cliff's birthday? i had no idea. John and Mohammed also showed up. April also made a cameo... i stopped at the pink, and then made my drunken walk home...

they have a third bathroom at hardware??? this is new to me. so i took photos lol... they even have some weird extra nook in it.

friday was a whirlwind of school, then work, then rita's house, then going out madness.

work and school were pretty much the same. It was lobster night at work, so i was pretty busy all night long...

I ended up being able to make it to Rita's reading... last time it was at my house, so this time the reading was hosted at her house... next time, who knows! I was so impressed with everyone's reading and poetry. I loved it. I really do know a lot of great writers.

the night wound down, so we went to meet (e:yesthatcasey), (e:terry), and (e:paul) at OHM except they were getting kicked out just as we arrived... *rolls eyes* such delinquents. paul's cousins... melanie? and bob? were there. We went to cathode for drinks and some weird guys came over to chat with us because we were the "beard crew" which i guess is the coolest thing ever or something... or just a cheesy ice breaker. I ended up talking with terry about the reading, and we had come to some sort of conclusion, but i have no idea what it was.

we went back to their house for games but ended up watching comedy instead. everyone fell asleep, and it was really hard to get terry to get up to go to bed with paul upstairs but some how i managed it. their couch is extremely comfortable. i ended up falling asleep on my phone and was late for work saturday morning! >_<