Last week of classes and Birthdays,
Aparna’s B-day and Indian food at Imlee’s, Kristen’s B-day and Soho Lounge, Denny’s three times, Napping at Pablo’s, Walking dogs in Kendall (pugs that aren’t pugs), Wendy’s in Hialeah (and the drama that ensued), Hide & Seek with Ken’s Cats, Papers, papers, papers.
Long nights, early mornings.
Traveled over 200 miles with Ken Saturday/Sunday,
– Silent Hill, Cocowalk,
– Aventura, Little Havana, then Redlands/homestead.
– Ended spending the night in Homestead actually, which I didn’t mind. except for the attempted robbery at 7am. The entire time Ken’s roommate kept calling threatening to kill him. By noon on Sunday I was watching Ken’s roommate get arrested. The cop had an interesting tatoo.
– Napping in Kendall watching Bible history on A&E, Long John Silver’s by the Everglades…
– Painting at the front desk
– Duty night from hell, bejesus.
– Rereading “The Passion of Ayn Rand”
And, of course. Writing.
Spent too much time skipping around the northern suburbs late at night. Hialeah Gardens with FIU students…
And Miami Lakes with former-UM students. Writing, spending, running.
Horrible nostalgic tinge this week,
Rockets in Allahpattah, and the 7-Eleven on 8th.
Reworking the plot, negotiating the protagonists.
Oh, and I cut my foot on a broken mug. Bleh.
I keep my sense of humor about my job. There is a ‘mad shitter’ loose in my building who has dropped a duce in two stairwells so far.
My boss told me to take the picture for documentation. It’s priceless…and juicy.
Went to the movies a lot this week – rewatched The Libertine with Chantis and Alex and Tamara with Aparna. Saw Inside Man with Gio and V for Vendetta.
Thursday night I went to the Miss Divine 2006 pageant. It was the most entertaining show of any sort I’ve ever been to. Multiple stages, props, background dancers, real butterflies (that kept landing on me), flips in 5-inch heels, falling, drunk Cubans, and blood packets, sashays and shawntes. Simply amazing.
…Miisadventures in Hialeah Gardens, Wal-Mart and Steak & Shake in Kendall with Phoenix, and of course, clubbing downtown with JHR and then another long night at the Music Factory (Aventura) with Alex.
I spent virtually all of Monday in Little Havana getting the glass fixed from last week’s misadventure. Sedano’s, Botanicas, Taco Bell, La Mia, you know how I do.
I don’t know why I look like that… I’ve gained too much weight.
Dropped my WWI history class – I only have two history classes left before the major is done and I don’t want to waste one of those in a lecture course. 500-level history courses should be seminars with intensive research projects… the WWI class was like a 200-level class where the teacher just talked at us. So it had to go.
I spent more time in the archives working on my Trinidad paper… I had to reformat my computer (windows wouldn’t launch anymore) so I lost a good deal of it. All of the stuff for the novel is on paper… so hah.
Did a lot of Club hopping this week… Azucar, Oz, with Joseph on Thursday (we are a horrible little pair). Friday I saw “Tamara” by myself (literally, there was no one else in the theater) then went partying/had misadventures downtown with JHR…I’m going to get stabbed someday. Saturday night Alex and I got stuck downtown in the Music Conference/Ultra Music Festival madness and then when we finally got to Soho Lounge/The Kitchen we pissed of the doormen. Heh. It’s not our fault the music sucked. We finally decided to go clubbing in Aventura instead… good times and a new club to hit up on Saturdays.
Definitely cut down on the Taco Bell and soda this week. Replaced it with carbonated water, and unsweeted iced tea, and espressos. Holler. A nice contributor to the anti-Taco Bell kick was the food poisoning from a shady China Buffet. Unholler.
Spring break was a little too Rock & Roll – we tore Davie up.
Last night I went to Bayside with John XIV… Chili’s, cameltoe, Ashlee Simpson, Mexican punk rockers, and fireworks that were a little too close for comfort.
Of course my car battery died in Riverside at like 1:30am. Riverside is this mostly abandoned area near downtown Miami. The homeless/crack district. John XIV and I walk the half mile to my mother’s house and by the time we get back a crackhead is in my car. He had kicked in the back window and was looking for change in my console.
My mother (who had just come home from going out) jumped out of her car and started cussing out the crackhead. “Get da FUCK out of that car! What the FUCK are you doing!?”
It was priceless.
He was terrified but left after 10 minutes. It took us about ten minutes to reach 911 with three cellphones because the operators were too busy due to the concert downtown and regular Miami Saturday-night badassness. Cops came eventually, car was jumped but of course the car dies again in Little Havana… John XIV and I have a mini-adventure there… tow truck comes about 4:30am… he had to go to work at 6am. Heh. Unholler.
Making John XIV miserable at work was my hobby during spring break… saw some movies, was in downtown/Little Havana everyday. Fish with Christy in West Little Havana… tripping around FIU… Kendall, more movies than necessary… the Morgue, Davie… etc. Good Spring Break, but yeah. A little too Rock & Roll…
I spend most of the week in the archives researching for my papers. I love primary sources but the smell of rotting paper (the books are really old) is always unsavory. Art History, working on the yearbook… Reading “Joseph Andrews” and and and… how productive my week was… well, heh, before the weekend.
Sitting around in North Miami parking lots. Speeding through Allahpattah, dancing in Wynwood, and of course, 2am cart racing in Homestead.
Watching movies (plural because it was like 3 or 4) with Roly in Kendall and then running through alleys at 4am in Wynwood with JHR and Gio. Survived on Taco Bell… hah, it’s college, Isn’t this great?
Midterm week, what can I say? It was horrible. I’ll be more prepared for finals. Long nights in the library, random trips to taco bell. I need to clean my room. Went to a little too many art shows this weekend and saw too much bad art… some of these art-school kids need to give it up and go to ITTech, go higher & etc.
This week? Well, there were long nights at the library, phone tag (dodging actually) with JHR, three appearances at the gym, warehouse adventure in Doral, Yearbook, tests, papers, Starbucks to the point where they know my order in advance, smoothies, Final Destination 3, Night Watch, Don Carter’s, Smoothies, well, well, well.
Was out pretty late last night with JHR (walking around Wynwood, why not?) and eventually had that conversation that I’ve been avoiding for weeks.
This week was basically the fallout from Sportsfest weekend. I was exhausted and behind all week. Went to the Morgue on Wednesday and ran into my mother’s boyfriend – hello awkward. HW & such. Went to bed early all weekend… the fraternity thing fell out but the yearbook thing picked up, midterms are around the corner…
That night with Christy.
So we go to iHop and ended up calling the police because this guy stalked us…
Sportsfest, duty drama, & etc.
Monday
10.00 – wake up (wtF)
11.00 – 12.30 – gym (legs, pathetic showing)
12.30 – 1.15 – lunch (theory homework)
1.15 – 1.30 – shower
2.00 – 3.00 – RA application,Homework
4.00 – 5.30 – Laundry, Reading
6.00 – 8.10 – Class
8.30 – 9.40 – Sportsfest Captian’s Meeting
10.00 – 10.25 – Hecht Captian’s Meeting
10.30 – 11.00 – Meeting with Floor Captian
Tuesday
6.00 – 6.25 – shower & etc.
6.30 – 7.30 – gym (chest, running)
8.00 – 8.30 – breakfast, reading
9.00 – 10.50 – library, homework
11.00 – 3.15 – class
3.30 – 4.00 – 1 on 1 with RC
4.00 – 5.00 – cleaning room, fishtanks
5.00 – 7.00 – studying, reading
8.00 – 8.50 – RA general meeting
9.00 – 12.30 – cleaning, duty tours, studying.
Wednesday
10.30 – 11.50 – gym
12.00 – 1.00 – lunch
1.10 – 1.30 – shower & etc.
1.40 – 2.30 – prepping for presentation
3.00 – 5.30 – class
6.00 – 10.00 – library
Thursday
9.00 – 11.30 – gym
11.00 – 3.15pm – class
4.00 – 6.00 – sportsfest shopping
Friday
2.00 – 3.30 – class
4.00 – 8.00 – desk shift
8.00 – 12.00 – sportsfest
12.10 – 4.50 – duty
Saturday
9.00am – 11.30 – class
11.40 – 12.40 – target
1.00 – 2.00 – interview
2.10pm – 12.00am – sportsfest
12.00am – 6.40am – duty
Sunday
10.00am – 4.00 – sportsfest
4.10 – 8.50 – studying, sportfest housecleaning.
9.00pm – 2am – ihop adventure
Monday
10.00 – 11.00 – gym
11.10 – 12.00 – lunch
12.10 – 12.40 – shower & etc.
12.50 – 1.40 – studying
2.00-4.00 – desk shift
4.10-5.40 – homework
6.00-8.20 – class
8.30 – 9.00 – dinner
9.20 – 10.00 – CVS
10.00 – 11.00 – programming
11.10 – 12.00 – CVS
12.10 – 1.30 – programming
1.40 – 2.00 – duty
The individual in question behaves in such and such a way, adopts such and such a practical attitude, and, what is more, participates in certain regular practices which are those of the ideological apparatus on which “depend” the ideas which he has in all consciousness freely chosen as a subject. If he believes in God, he goes to Church to attend Mass, kneels, prays, confesses, does penance (once it was material in the ordinary sense of the term) and naturally repents and so on. If he believes in Duty, he will have corresponding attitudes, inscribed in ritual practices “According to correct principles.” If he believes in Justice, he will submit unconditionally to the rules of the Law, and may even protest when they are violated, sign petitions, take part in a demonstration, etc.
Throughout this schema we observe that the ideological representation of ideology is itself forced to recognize that every “subject” endowed with a “consciousness” and believing in the “ideas” that his “consciousness” inspires him and freely accepts, must “act according to his ideas,” must therefore inscribe his own ideas as a free subject in the action of his material practice. If he does not do so, “that is wicked.”
Indeed, if he does not do what he ought to do as a function of what he believes it is because he does something else, which, still as a function of the same idealist scheme, implies that he has other ideas in his head as well as those he proclaims, and that he acts according to these other ideas, as a man who is either “inconsistent” (“no one is willingly evil”) or cynical, or perverse.
In every case, the ideology of ideology thus recognizes, despite its imaginary distortion, that the “ideas” of a human subject exist in his actions, or ought to exist in his actions (however perverse) that he does perform…
– My guys decorated the floor. I have the coolest freshmen on campus.
– Coliseum on Friday with Delta Lambda Phi… bejesus. The dance competition was traumatic. Breasts, anorexic people, boob dance off… Janet Jackson and such. Dadeland, DSW, HIA-leah & Kendall, Hops with Micheala & Christy, Little Havana/Allahpattah, Wal-Mart with Alexandra, Movies with VI and a surprise visit to the hospital on Saturday – Stitches!
Haircut, new room layout, rushing fraternities, plans/goals, Westchester, Little Havana, Oz, Katrina’s concert, Dadeland Mall, Little Havana, …vogue-off’s, midgets, greek statues, moldy fridges, Rosewood then not Rosewood, Taco Bell, High Ropes at FIU, Karaoke (Which was actually fun!), Allahpattah…. & etc.
Ended break with a few much needed long nights.
Worst New Year’s ever.
Work, movies, and reading.
Skipping around Wynwood a lot… that needs to stop.
…plucking out fish from one tank and tossing them to another while water leaked out of my cart in front of the Art Museum… class act.
Sitting around the metrorail downtown…there were homeless people.
The semester is over.
VI brought me all that caffeine. This is why I like him.