music medford mama money

dream for before I came home: I was being blackmailed by the Devil because he had my brother. The Devil and I were walking (flying?) inhumanly fast, but not because we were traversing distance, but rather because we were traveling through time.
(anxiety+homesickness+reading Master and Margarita (yes, I'm still reading it))


but now I'm home!


Sunday I went to my (ex-extra curricular art teacher's and friend's) son's and his teacher's singing concert, which was really good.
Monday morning I got up at 7am to go to jury duty in Medford, but nobody decided to exercise his/her right to a jury, so I just sat around reading the March New Yorker and doodling until 11.
Tuesday Mama and I had the entire theater to ourselves, we watched A Separation. And I made bread pudding out of rye bread because I'm trying to get rid of some of it for passover, plus bread pudding is yummy and one of our neighboring families liked it (Mama and I dropped by today)
Today I had a dentist appointment and found out I got into the Studio Berlin program! Now I have to start looking for money to finance the trip in earnest. Also our new neighbors began moving in.

There are two things I have to do for next week in terms of hw; one is write an essay, due Monday. The other is to draw a family member of a different age than me, due Thursday. I started drawing бабушка today, and I'm going to start the essay tomorrow. Right? John Clare and William Wordsworth, here I come.

Sima: you just said shit, that's a bad word
(I nearly died. He had given up on just telling me that what I said was a bad word and decided to point out which one was bad this time)