a beautiful day in seattle.

the weather is all over the place lately.
but the good news is that i'm sitting outside doing homework.
it has been an extremely pleasant day.
work was nice, coffee date with new friend was nice, advising appointment was nice.
i'm excited to hang out as rosie the riveter this weekend.
instead of existentialism, i would like to get into indigenous american literature, but we will see.
american women writers would be amazing too, but it conflicts with a class i need.
i also want to overload and take my interdisciplinary course, which goes to tijuana in the spring,
but we'll see about that too.
so much ambition, so much time.
but it is difficult to keep that in mind.

"well! good luck in your studies next quarter. i just want you to know that i really like your attitude. it's really fun and...refreshing to talk with you."
professor/adviser compliments warm my nerdy heart.

discovery of a problem.

i can't shake my discomfort with and ultimate fear of being a You.

my boy, che, minus the guns.

there have been lots of communist undertones in my class lessons lately,
which is actually awesome, because i didn't know or understand as much about communism as i wanted to until recently.
watched "romero" in my jesus and liberation class today.
i had no idea how closely related liberation theology and communism were,
mainly because i didn't know much about either of them.
certain kinds of christians being accused of marxism is interesting, but makes sense with more knowledge.
currently watching "the motorcycle diaries" for philosophy and literature.
dude who plays che is dreamy.
the story in itself is dreamy.
anyway, this quarter is eye-opening to say the least.

i need to start running again.

seriously.
it sucked so much to have to quit when i dislocated my knee.
i have a gut feeling that the lack of it has caused many of my ailments,
and that bringing it back would cure them.

i may just have to wake up ridiculously early.

and run in the rain.

on that note, goodbye sunshine.

Experience is remoteness from You.

For You is more than It knows.
You does more, and more happens to it, than It knows.

more Yous in life would be nice.

so much, so much, so much!

The weekend was lovely and eventful.

Thursdays are James' and my Friday, so instead of getting homework done,
which we attempted and failed to do all weekend,
James fixed his typewriter and we drank some beers and ate homemade kettle corn.
I've been eating so much popcorn and homemade kettle corn lately.
It's really good.
I worked Friday morning and then attempted to get a little bit of work done.
Wasn't successful.
On my way home around 3pm, there was a mini "police brutality" protest taking place at Seattle Central due to two unreasonable shootings that have taken place semi-recently.
I didn't think much of it at the time.
However, while I was sitting at our dining room table working on essays,
I became panicky when I heard insanely loud plane noises,
(and I have an irrational fear of loud planes).
I froze up for awhile before I decided to go outside and check it out.
Everyone in our court and in surrounding apartment complexes were looking out their windows and balconies to see what was going on, and it was a police helicopter hovering pretty low very close to us, because we live right behind Seattle Central and Broadway.
I bugged James until my panicky self calmed down, hah.
Around 8, we left to go to Nick and Kristen's.
We walked through Seattle Central, and it seemed like every cop in the city was parked alongside Broadway patrolling the now much louder and hectic protest.
As we continued on our way, I saw the the "regulars" were playing bike polo in the Cal Anderson tennis courts.
I've been meaning to ask them what their schedule is like, because I want the boys to be able to play during Thanksgiving if they still decide to bring their bikes up, and so I asked.
I exchanged numbers with one of the players and will hopefully hear about some kind of Thanksgiving weekend game.
Anyway, after hanging out at Nick and Kristen's for a bit, we all left to go to Dennis and Karla's "homemade beer party," which was good fun.
Each beer was really good. I got into a really good conversation about Russian literature with Nick and Kristen over a cigarette, which I always love and don't get enough of.
When they went their separate ways, James and I made our way to Melissa's 21st.
We got there at the end, so we stayed up late with Melissa and MC having good conversation,
although I dozed off for a bit.
When we were done there, we walked home, and many good jokes were made (IE: What? Did you bark?)
Saturday came with yet another failed attempt to do work.
We had one of (I hope) two housewarming parties, because six important people were missing due to sickness, bad weather, or being out of town.
I had no idea that it was going to be as successful as it was, but 21 of 27 people showed up,
and I had a really awesome time.
Unfortunately, two people we didn't exactly know sat on our dining room table?
And so it collapsed, but it is fixable! It's fiiiine, everything's fine.
I woke up on Sunday, still sick and grumpy.
But I actually got work done.

Now I'm sitting in Belleramine after being at work this morning.
Still sick, but not as grumpy.
I am thinking about and hoping to get the schedule I want next quarter,
Readings in American Literature, Existentialism, and Religion & Ecology.
I am hoping to get most of my homework done after class today,
so that I can make it to an outside-of-class meeting/dinner with my Philosophy & Literature professor and classmates.

Lastly, I just found out that I am going to Poland in August! It is up to me how long I want to stay, and I think I will stay for at least 3 weeks. My cousin is getting married (so I will experience a Polish wedding), and I will be there for my birthday! I can't begin to describe how excited I am.

End note: The neighbors are still loud, and we find at least one tarantula, AKA dog spider, in our apartment everyday.

so sleepy-

love couldn't wake me.
for months now it couldn't.
i've been presented with earth and air and water
and fire.

and i've turned away.
rolled over to the other side.
unready for lifted blankets
where i'm warm
and bury my face.

i like this view better anyhow.