Chocolate Lasagna

I haven't written anything in so long. This past weekend has been full, the week before it was painfully not, and there have been scattered visits from spring-breakers. Pretty soon Natalie should arrive at my door to extort some money. Later today Justin and I will have to pay some money. I owe my parents money. I want to stay here, but i don't have the money.

Not to imply that I am not well-off. For an unemployed person who doesn't spend much, I am very posh indeed. But not posh enough to support myself too long if I was to try and stay. A Job. Dastardly thought. But it would help. And roomies... Roomies would be wonderful.

That's not why I'm writing though. Staying on topic is not my forte, especially when I'm thinking of a thousand different pressing issues at once. So how 'bout those recent events, eh?

There were a few days of Spring-breakedness. Harassing classrooms at our old high school, hanging around the little park where local kids get high, and evening walks around the neighborhood. Mostly it was hollow fun. Not much to do, and I didn't hang around for some of the main events. The often illegal main events.

Class friday morning was as eventful as ever (read: not very) and was mostly spent writing a lefty-styled letter. Unfortunately Tony wasn't able to make it down for the weekend. It would have been nice to see him, now that I know him.

I had fun this weekend though. I know some things were stressed and others were broken, but I'm pretty good at taking it all as it comes. The only thing I regret was the period where I felt like I had swallowed a cigarette. And that large chunk of a chocolate-y dessert that I didn't finish.

But cigarette smoke doesn't offend me nearly as much as it used to. Before, whenever I smelled-no, even sensed- smoke around I would develop a resounding headache. A three-day headache. It was awful. Now I am able to even ride in cars with smoking people. That is rather an accomplishment. Perhaps not a special one, but it is nonetheless going to make my life a wee bit nicer.





So tonite was another walk with Benjamin and Justin. They are a sort of tradition. A way of stepping outside time for an hour or two. Then Ingrid showed up, after JJ and I booked amtrak passes, for some random hanging-out. On wednesday, JJ and I are leaving for Davis. Bus-train-bus to get there and the same on the way back. That means that I have ONE day to pack up a large portion of my room, pack some clothes for Davis, and hopefully finalize my Flo'da trip. One little day.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 30.3.04 ) .