Micro Adventures

This Isn't A Story.
Commuter rail, subway, walk a bit in the wrong direction as usual, guess the right street to go down, walk past a party bus with strobe lights and drinking and the whole shebang, but it's parked. And already I'm amused because well...I've been living in the middle of the woods, and Cambridge is not the middle of the woods (little girl aint in Kansas anymore). Walk past this guy making a rap video on the steps of MIT, walk into the building and up a flight of stairs were I hope to meet up with Yulka again, (she has play rehearsal there). Look into the room and realize its not the play, but a bunch of (Chinese?) ladies rehearsal a song. One more flight of stairs and everyone is there (lovely people of all ages). Das'ka rattling off as usual in the car while his mom drives us to Emerson. Yulka takes a shower, I get a burrito and shove it down my throat, we run off to the subway station. A bunch of Emerson get on, obviously pre-gamed, feathers in two of the girls hair, dressed up, on of the guys is wearing cut-off jean shorts and then the knee of the jeans, tied around with red ribbon. The adults are looking at all of us, clearly suspicious. They get off and we don't follow them. When we do get off so do a couple other groups, all off us walk up a block, turn the corner, file into the same doorway. A girl leaves saying "I'm drunk enough, but it's really not worth it", and anyway, they aren't letting any more people in because there alcohol is gone (so they can't charge us 5$, and then what's the point?). So Yulka and I decide to walk back. We ran around and danced and skipped from BU to Emerson (took us an hour...we got back at 1am). We paused at an all-ages dance thing (but it looked like there was no one in anyway...except a couple of old men), a temple, and a place that was called a cafe but was a bar. Fell asleep at 4 am. Woke up, went to the dining hall (saw a kid from my high school, but he didn't see me). I got a jasmine tea milkshake in China Town in the morning, she got peach bubble tea. That was goodbye. Subway, missed my first commuter rail train, waited at the station so I read for an hour.

I was home for the rest of the time.

Yulka said there needs to be clarification for my last post: I was not throwing up because I got really drunk. I had a stomach bug that I got from one of my brothers (both got sick) and they got Папа sick too.

Ick

That didn't work out the way I wanted it to.
I called my parents a couple hours after I got to Yulka's because I realized I wouldn't be able to handle getting home myself.
I stuck my head out of my dads car and nearly froze my face off as I threw up all over [the outside]
yeah.
I'm fine though, done retching my insides out.

Hopefully I'll get to reclaim my spring break.
At least I feel more rested and SANE than when I left.

(photos from earlier: Shimon in South Boston, China Town)

little boy blues

I woke up this morning to Shimon crying because he was throwing up :(
I cleaned up the first couple of times because Мама was asleep...

he's feeling a lot better now though.

it snowed yesterday, but it melted. the clouds are hanging overhead, solid gray. It's cold.


and I'm leaving soon to visit Yulka at Emerson!!

Spring?

I'm home :) spring break.







(Still at Bard:
car by the Redhook shuttle stop.
Hannah after the big rains, when she took showed us the tapped maple trees (went with Sam, Will, his roommate Chris, his floormate Max)



Yulka: I've started watching the 5th season of Skins, so you can rave and critique it to me soon :)

Yellow Gummy Bears

I went to DTR and the line was crazy.
So I got two milks and gummy bears.
I gave Adrienne the pineapples ones, and ate the orange, red and pink ones.
At the dorm I gave Andrés the green ones and ate granola that Margaret and I made two days ago with half a bottle of milk.
Now I have yellow gummy bears left.
I shall eat them when I finish editing my creative nonfiction piece.

my life is very exciting.

(also, everyone has been dying this week because of midterms, but I don't have any this week. And I went to a meditation thing today with Susa because we had to instead of psych class. It was strange. I don't like the way people talk when they lead meditation. And when they tell me to imagine myself in my safe secure place, I feel invaded. And it was technically to collect data, so I had to measure my pulse before and after and that made me nervous so it was really high. And like...how creepy is it when there are thirty kids in a room lying down with their eyes closed, and then, with eyes still closed, slowly sitting up.
And also, she kept saying to accept things. And while that's perfectly reasonable and all, after reading Nietzsche [Marx feeds into this too] , it sounds so much like religious complacency
and people are talking about rooming next year and it's stressful
also I spent some time in a time warp today. I was in the print studio for half an hour, but three hours passed)

and we finished the first season of Bored to Death

Rain Reins

So much happened considering I did
nothing. I have to write about listening for creative nonfiction. I've been doing so with time stamps.

("5:40pm

The way the water lands on the outside windowsill it sounds like tennis balls, exploding.
There is a click click click as I type. On occasion my nail will make a sound as it slips against the plastic of the key. The heater, is, as usual, humming. It’s not very pleasant. It feels like the buzzing is inside my head, paired with the stomach-grumble of the refrigerator. The wind beats the rain against the trees, the cars swoosh through the puddles, making waves fall. People walk past. Their footsteps are silent, but sometimes they talk loudly, and I can hear them up here.

Last night, at about 4am I noticed flashes of light landing on my closet, coming through the window. There was no ambulance, no air raid siren, just white light sparking off; no thunder either. I joined Will at the window, in time to see one of the streakers covering her butt, the laughter of freedom escaping her lips, the paparazzi flashes silent.

Someone just yawned really loudly below. And again, this time it ends almost like a human howl, from the depths of his lungs.")

Sam and I went off into the fog today. The snow that is shown in the first photo is now gone, given in to March showers. It's weird to see the green grass underneath. Also, it is very muddy.

And the ceiling in the bathroom is leaking. Rosette put a tupperware to catch the water, I put in a service request.

("11:11

The water drips from the ceiling into the Tupperware four times a minute. It makes a hard noise, hitting the plastic after accelerating for seven feet.")

Rosette's bff Colin came down to visit so I ran around with my camera a lot. We made gnocchi from scratch on...friday? And I think the only reason I got up in the morning on Saturday was because Margaret made me an omelet. And then Rosette and Colin made banana chocolate pancakes.

So we showed him around; Blithewood, the waterfall, some of the buildings, the Root Cellar (which I hadn't been in before, and which is dirty), and the free store, where Adrienne found a large yellow dress, which I went back with Susa and Hannah to get (and try on pants). It has 10 layers, and we plan on making a play called "The Princess of the Peeps", staring Susa, and the rest of us will dress up as peeps. Somehow. The size is made for a person that's a 20 DD, not for a human. A bag with extra sequins was still attached, so it probably had been worn once or twice, most likely as drag. She was eating frosting leftover from birthday cake. Susa thinks there should be a destruction scene in the play, where she twirls around like a hurricane.

Also went to Redhook with Margaret, Cat and Hannah. Got the most mundane things; cotton balls, toothpaste, thumbtacks. Went to Tastebuds, drank Hannah's refill of coffee, mooched on Margaret's giant cookie. Colin and Rosette arrived on the shuttle as we were leaving. And then he left around 9 this morning. After I had already showered, before I went back to sleep again.

watched the first four episodes of "Bored to Death" on the projector Marty, who sprained his ankle playing Frisbee, brought. Jennifer came over too, this was before Colin left, this was last night.

sorry that the colors are so off on some of the photos.

Okay, now I really need to go read Nietzsche

[lack of] "epic"

Hannah left for her birthday weekend and then came back. Rosette and Margaret merged this and this
and made a fantastic chocolate banana cream pie.
yes yes yes

I spent most of Saturday in bed, got up in time to help make falafel and eat Margaret's lemon bars i watched two movies recently: O Brother, Where Art Thou?, and Fight Club

its been raining and snowing and sleeting and then warm and confusing.
what's new?


e.e. cummings

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.