December 1, 2010

• December 1st. Wow. A couple more weeks of school and then done. A couple more weeks of the USA and then gone. It is starting to sink in. The whole leaving thing. The culmination of so many years and preparation of so many months. It is coming together. Beautiful and terrifying.

  So my dad’s heart is healing well. His last stent was scheduled yesterday, but he didn’t need it. He came home from the hospital the same day. Thank you.

  Two days of eating every time I walk through the kitchen leads to bad habits. Who said it took 21 days to build a habit? liars.

  Carina’s home. Yeah. So we had a picnic. But it was snowing. So an inside picnic. With enough windows to feel close to picnic-y.

  I have papers and projects and presentations out the wazoo. But all I want to do is fritter. Fritter time away. That is exactly what it feels like: fritter. And I like saying the word. Fritter.

  I wrote a really good lesson outline on stereotypes. For the presentation in class tonight we are playing charades. You have to guess which country. How would you act out Mexico? What about China?

  Funny how I can sit here at the computer screen and not remember what I have been thinking lately. Overbooked. When I do have the time I try not to think. It is easier than you would imagine. Deep breath. Smile. Things move on.

  All of my original thoughts have gone into planning for Brazil or papers for school. Or the millions of library books I put on hold. Crank it out. So what do it do at this moment? Random google searches.

  “If i never met you, i wouldn’t like you. If i didn’t like you, i wouldn’t love you. If i didn’t love you, i wouldn’t miss you. But i did, i do, and i will.”

  “Love is like a booger. You keep picking at it until you get it, and then wonder what to do with it.” (this just might be my new favorite quote.)

  By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you’ll be happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.
  Socrates

   

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