i have spent the evening pulling my hair out, falling into a deep pit of ibsen and criticism of ibsen by choice. jesus, who knew so much could be said of a man with such sideburns? on the t today was a boy who i've seen around campus who must wish he was ibsen. his cheeks are full of hair. it is quite impressive. i want to be his friend.
my weekend in middletown, connecticut visiting john w. h. mahone was kind of a harsh realization that if i'd done better in high school i too could be running around nakie with the best of them. be full of ideals that if things like compost buckets in each hall can work in college, then recycling can hit the big time in the real world, as well. i thought that my life here in boston was a bubble. geeeez louiseeee. got to see boring noise bands, and hella. boring. but i loved every moment of it, despite john thinking i was being, and i quote, "a stand-offish bitch." wutev. oh pbr. i luv john, carmen and othello, too.
these last few weeks are full of more work than i'd imagined, but tis ok. i'm on top of things despite what is ahead of me. this weekend is a three day one, thanks to patriots' day. i will not be spending it in a cheap nyc hotel room or on a cold tile floor but rather reading, learning, sleeping etc.
most of my anxiety is definitely due to money issues. i forgot about the fafsa. oops. also i recently looked at my bank account to discover dvd station in san francisco, ca took out 41.50 from my account. i think this is the dvd vending machine at the bookstore here which i use sometimes to get dvds easily. those bastards. i have yet to raise hell, nor do i know quite how to.
i hate to admit it, but i miss texas. the weather is warming up, but i miss thunderstorms. i miss tortillas. i miss you. i'll be back 5.16.5.
there's a sort of beauty in repetition.
ps last week we confirmed our room for next year. melissa 'goldie' vargas, maureen newman, corrine jones and myself in 925 myles standish hall on kenmore square. a sweet suite of two singles and a double of me and maureen that will hopefully contain a garden by the window, couch, organ, sewing machine, bunk bed, texas tribute, love, etc etc etc. good location, good view, two texans, how could it go wrong? i'm excited.
bon soir, la lune.