Hecht won again, my building has won every year since 2002. Woot.
Also trained at Hollister. Hm. I never knew that theft was so prevalent. The store loses 150+ items per week to sticky fingers. At an average cost of $25 (to be nice) that’s $3750 in shrink. Stealing from a mall… Who does that? Really… I think growing up in the country instills a sense that you will be caught and publicly embarrassed for theft. .
Sportsfest wochenende beginnt. Naja.
The positive being, there is a Redbull tent and plenty of free Taurine.
Tugging, pushing (amused), watching things slowly pile up, and then quietly sloshing through the rest.
Book keeping. Lists. Editing the youtube stuff, filtering things out, deleting…and possibly opening a new account.
I also think I might go to Minneapolis sometime later.
Schools, applications, and a more than few trips to Starbucks.
My German language class is miserably hard, whereas my German literature class is a waste of time (and will be promptly dropped.)
Weekends at Jorge’s with JHR and Mike – we sit in the backyard grass neglecting the dogs, our homework, and each other.
The dock is calm enough for us to swim among the ships in the middle of the night in the cold, slimy, water. Afterwards we sit dripping in the living room watching A&E until Jorge’s mom yells at us. Marta is always more patient than she has to be…
Let’s try something new – this semester I’m actually going to learn something.
Fiddling with youtube…
There’s a new grocery store across from campus with a gaudy fountain in front of it. Six square inch cubes of watermelon $3.16. Fresh cut and packaged sandwiches $6.49. Ox-tail soup $14.99 per serving.
Not a single black customer. White people shopping, black people working.
Displays of dozens of meat products, fried chicken, lamb, none of which will be sold before closing or edible tomorrow – and a sign that indicates the store is dedicated to sustainable fishing.
I refused to buy anything and immediately went to Wendy’s.
Winter-ferien beginnt!
…Vöt!
Today involved the car breaking down, a 3 mile walk to downtown from the nameless repair shop, tripping over the red tape at the Miami-Dade College Wolfson campus (I know), a metromover-metrorail ride home, and class.
Include in that a trip to McDonalds and harassment by various junkies.
Skipping around Little Havana and downtown the middle of the day is something I rarely do anymore. I hardly recognized the Wolfson campus – it feels almost walled in by the the new construction (namely Everglades on the Bay.)
The towers were beautiful. I suspect my little Miami is becoming a city.
I was skimming through a book at B&N when I saw this poem:
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
Thanksgiving weekend this year is characterized by mornings writing, afternoons reading,
… AOE in the evenings, and nights at the movies. Repeat.
Ich bin oft den ganzen tag draußen,
Kind of have to be in Coral Gables nicht war?
Movie lineup for the break: Hitman, The Mist, Love in the Time of Cholera, No Country for Old Men. And another PD James novel + her autobiography.
It’s shaping up to be particularly fun (read: mischievous) break.
It’s only made up with what I’m (generously) calling productivity during the day.
Finals (I have two) are going to be extremely interesting.
This break couldn’t have come quickly enough. I have a professor that truly disgusts me….pretentious academic that I thought only existed in movies. And that someone pays my professor what? $60k? $80k?
I leave class everyday with a headache and the desperate need to remind myself that certain people will always draw checks for unproductive “work.” It’s unproductive (at best) to worry about that though.
Days off fiercely dedicated to doing whatever-the-hell I please.
New fonts today. I’m all about the dingbats.
Another hilarious night… let’s just say it took us 3 hours to get back to the car.
Sometimes I feel like I’m still recovering from last summer. Other times I feel like I’m just beginning it.
Camping with mosquitoes on Okeechobee road, past the city lights. There’s a Hess gas station on the other side of the county line…
Back in the morning hoping I didn’t get West Nile…”It wasn’t my idea – I can’t be held responsible, just complicit.”
Campus always looks better after an absence.
Locked myself in my dorm room and worked, and worked, and worked.
Around 5:30(am)ish my eyes began stinging and I found myself wondering if the floor was moving.
I decided at that point I was exhausted enough to call it a night.
JHR and I spent the morning throwing coffee into the pool from the third floor – it’s a great waste of Styrofoam cups, but how Mike makes it it’s utterly undrinkable. Great splashes though.
When Mike came back, he thought we had drank all of the coffee…until he heard the lady from the first floor screaming about the mess in the pool… I think JHR nailed her (white) cat with dark roast.
After Mike cussed JHR and I (mostly JHR) out, we all left discretely before Miss Gonzales called the cops.