this is where we look for things
3.14.01 - 10:11:06
when you don't really like spending money it's amazing how everything runs out all at the same time and all of a sudden you have to buy contact solution and deodorant and shampoo and conditioner and face wash and toothpaste and a new toothbrush and etc, etc, etc. today i have been listening to a lot of luna and a lot of built to spill. good stuff. i recommend both. i also like the sound of this group jealous sound. sucks that i won't ever be able to experience all of the good music that's out there.
what else did i do that was exciting today? bought stamps. and some aerogrammes. woo-hoo.
yeah, i don't know. there are just those times when the words dry up, you know. i used the word cyanotic in the poem i wrote for class next week. every time anyone uses any sort of word that sounds vaguely scientific we usually have a big uproar in class. we'll find out next week. but like, when you're trying to describe the color of some area that's turning blue because your blood's not circulating and there's no oxygen and there's a word that means exactly that, how can you not use it?
angie just slammed the door. angie slams doors. it's just something that angie does. she doesn't do it because she's angry. she just claims that it takes effort to close a door quietly, whereas slamming it is absolutely effortless. i would beg to differ, though, if we might take into account the volume of this slamming. i mean, it's loud. really loud. i think it probably requires some effort to slam things this loudly. especially when you don't have something like gravity helping you out because the door swings sideways, you know. i think angie just doesn't realize that the same amount of effort applied in the opposite manner would probably allow her to master the art of shutting doors (and cabinets and toilet seats and drawers and other various and asundry things) quietly. the cool thing is that she usually only does it during waking hours (or my waking hours, anyway) so it's not like a big deal. plus we make fun of her all the time about it. if you want the truth, it's not really a big deal at all. it's just i can't really focus on anything and then i heard something slam and it's like, boom! something to focus on. and so you get this lengthy essay on angie and door-slamming. lucky you.
went to a lecture tonight. betty rogers. expert on global sex trafficking. it was a very interesting talk. i would go into more detail. maybe later.
i'm supposed to write a little redaccion en espanol about todo sobre mi madre. methinks i shall save that for tomorrow morning. brain dead.
today i wore yellow corduroys.
sometimes i am walking by myself and all i can think about is the way my feet move, the way my knees bend, the way my lungs expand and contract, the way my heart beats, the way i hear and see and smell and touch. it's pretty amazing. and then i walk along for a minute or two and revel in the complexity of the human body and then suddenly it hits me and i'm by myself and then i become a machine and i'm cold and lonely and i don't want to be here anymore and these things are still amazing but somehow far less powerful. i don't know.
rico and noemie are getting married. yay.
hey. i'm glad you write me letters that make no sense and discuss topics that are absolutely worthless. i'm glad you didn't die (very glad). i miss you. i'm glad that i can tell that we'll always be close and i can't wait until we have the money to go to europe and hang out and travel and be all artsy and stuff. there's a letter from you sitting on my desk and i just thought i'd throw this in.
hey. i'm glad you had a good little break. things get so crazy and stressed and hurried sometimes. i'm glad you had a chance to breathe. i miss you. i can tell with you, too. you know what i mean.
it can be hard to locate kindred spirits, but sometimes not so hard as to be impossible. i like the word kindred. i also like the word kismet. back in the long long ago, in the before time, when i wanted kids i wanted one of my little girls to have kismet as her middle name.
i'm gonna go read a book. and then go to bed.
today i changed the lightbulb in my ceiling fan. also, it's a nice day for a white wedding.
