Hoy es viernes
que feliz estoy
la fin de semana
empieza hoy
That was a little poetry for yall fans of my last album, Rapping Her Way Though Statistics. My rhyme career is still goin strong. Yall know.
But anyway, enough frontin, its friday and I couldn´t be happier. This week and the one before it have been quite a struggle. There was just so much homework, so many bus rides, so many cravings for chocolate, so many vocabulary words attempted and mispronounced. We are resting comfortably in the bottom of the W curve. The probably-genius Stewart described a bus ride as ´ being cradled by the bottom of the W-curve, lulled to sleep by pleasantly bleak lullabies of alienation and homesickness, and there have been some times like that. Both my mother and brother have been out of the house alot, so I{m alone in the evenings, which i´m not used to. I´ve really caught up on my Ugly Betty and Scrubs, thank the lord above us. It was really a huge hole in my life, not watching America Ferrera make odd fashion choices.
One thing that´s kept me going, though, is the misery of others. Best example: yesterday, I had about an hour of free time before horrible art class began at 4. I was sort of hungry, craving salt and fat, so I went to this little restaurant near school and ordered some french fries. I ate them alone. Not all of them, but a lot of them. I was swimming slow in the lagoon of Thursday self pity. When I got back on campus, I saw some friends from K. I told them that I had just eaten an entire plate of french fries alone. All three of them said they had the urge to do that today. Got home, talking to a home-friend in Virginia. He had also eaten french fries alone. Ok, maybe its just part of being 20.
And 20 I am. 20, between the fury of adolescence and the sluggishness of adulthood and the struggle of responsibility. The center of this marvelous trifecta of needing sleep but waking up naturally at 7 am because there´s things to get done.
like eating lunch. talk to you later! Dear Kitty!
(not normally this weird)
Given the dizzying quality of this blog, I am honored by the name drop.
ReplyDeleteI also totally feel you on the solitaryjunkfoodselfpity thing. I can't count the number of times I have spent the half hour between classes on Monday and Wednesday eating crackers alone on the vacant third floor of Da Vinci.