two things i need more of in my life:

singing and dancing in my kitchen while making tea. no offense to my two roommates (i love you both if you're reading this) but they aren't the sing and dance and make tea kind of guys (i guess pat likes tea... but he doesn't put crazy amino acids and sweeteners in it). the reason i bring up the roommates, i feel it could be a great bonding experience. kitchen, tea, old sweatshirts, bad songs... yes. recipe for success in my book.

i have forgotten the second thing in my excitement about the first... it was obviously something super important...

cold season

if only the weather in tucson could coincide with anything that could be considered a cold season. the only thing that is correct here is that i have a sore throat.

in other news: i'm doing well in school (for all of my relatives who read this) and i'm out of super funk '08. i couldn't ask for things to fall together better for school (except for the silly little things).


i think i need more board games and funky music in my life. more times spent in different places. feeling a little cooped up. i need to stretch my legs, blow the stink off (this is where you come in, sis). possibly acquire a small obscure item or two. i think that would satisfy the consumer portion of my discomfort at the moment. also, get the photos i shot years ago printed, if the negatives haven't degraded.

also excited for this weekend. things should be great. get to see cassalyn for the first time since may when she helped me pack my life into a 55 liters (ok so more than that, if only i could have fit it into just 55). whelp. now my life covers most of a large bedroom (including the floor) and then an entire closet back home. time to purge... ok maybe not now, but soon.

so maybe these days it's closer to +15-10?15? pounds later. i'm not really sure. but cutting down on my nightly snacking after the hour of 10:30 or 11 has done miracles. so maybe all those calories i was eating right before snoozing WEREN'T necessary. or maybe they were since my body has resorted to devouring fat supplies.

a girl in my manhood and masculinity class brought the following quote in today: "rosa sat, so king could walk, so obama could run so our children could fly." gave me goosebumps. and then i sat down to type it to my sister and felt kinda corny. hrm. maybe the tubes just destroy everything that has good meaning. but i feel like people write some profound facebook statuses sometimes.

i've been hearing a lot of people talk about how people should stop complaining that they want change. that if they just ignored what newsweek was telling them to be angry about and sat back and realized how lucky almost every american is that we should just realize that we have nothing to complain about. and i can't think about how wrong that is. if we aren't complaining (i don't mean bitching and moaning) than what are we doing? we're not challenging ourselves, others, norms, stereotypes... blahbleehblah. whatever. and then i thought i was getting all too high and mighty with myself.

but still. those people should realize that everything is not ok. groups of people are still getting "minoritized"(surprised this is a word right now, mozilla isn't arguing) and stuff just isn't right. there are so many things that i/we/they have left to learn. i just can't fathom it. hell. i can't even fathom the fact that i am in school as a junior, studying physiology, women's studies, i went to africa, i'm currently unemployed, and apparently too busy to look for someone who feels the same way.