Casey is gone. I was really sad to have him leave, and even contemplated what sorts of serious injuries would render him incapable of leaving, but on Thursday we went and had churros and chocolate with Leah and then I took him to the bus station and he headed off to Madrid. I cried a little but made myself go to class so I couldn't sulk and be bummed out all day. Now that he's back home with the MooMoo dog, things feel pretty normal. I miss him, but a normal amount, so, it's okay. We crammed a lot of last minute fun into those last days; we had a night picnic up by San Miguel alto, and had pasta and salad while watching the Alhambra glow and all the little lights flicker all throughout the city, and the stars were clear and it was pretty. We went out to tapas with Courtney and Mauna, had mediocre Chinese food (which strangely included a watery flan for dessert), went discount shopping (I finally got some much needed sweatshirts!), got coffee and pastries, and Casey got to skate a bit more, plus we watched movies (all of the Narnia movies!) and made good food and did other cozy things that make us feel normal.
Like I wrote last time, the semester is coming to a close and things are getting pretty stressful, but I was talking to my friend Sydney the other day and it was a really simple, casual conversation, but we were talking about how little grades and academic success really matter in the long run and it made me feel a lot better. Obviously school is important to me, but that's always been because I enjoy learning, primarily, and even though my grades may matter if I try and do grad school, it's not worth panicking over. So basically, I'm doing my best but remembering to breathe. I've never failed a class before, but if I do, fuck it, I'm not here to get good grades in classes where I'm learning nothing, anyway.
I have been pretty studious this weekend, finished up a big unit planning project in my methodology class, for one, but have also been having a lot of fun. Friday I met up with Christina and we went and picked out a birthday present for Karim. He's into comics and graphic novels, so we thought about getting him a gift card since we had no idea what to get, but they didn't have any, so we made the shop keepers help us pick something out based on the few books that we recognized from his collection, and our personal preferences (some of their suggestions were kinda ugly.) We also made him a card, and then later made dinner and met up with some friends at Laurel's house. We didn't do much that night, but we eventually got pretty extremely drunk and mostly just goofed around at Christina's until she got sleepy. Then Syd, Michelle and I went to the Mirador San Nicolas until we froze a little, and they walked me home and tucked me into bed. Literally. How cute is that?
Saturday, Christina and I bused to Jun with a bunch of Karim's other friends and we had a barbeque at his dad's house. His dad was really sweet and had a bad ass cane. It was great seeing him and Danielle, who just got engaged in Dubai, and of course my big slobbery dog pal, Leto! We had grilled veggies and salad, humus and pita bread, and they made sausages and burgers, too. I was miraculously energetic despite only sleeping about four hours the night before, and that night met up with Hannah and this Spanish guy, Carlos, whose in my North American Lit class, to have a few beers on Pedro Antonio. On our way, we ran into one of his friends, who was on his way to meet up with more friends, so we went to a little bar called Pub Venom and had a pretty awesome, mellow night drinking beers and hanging out with some really chill Spaniards. It was fun 'cause a few of them are studying or at least practicing their English, so everyone benefited linguistically. They were a really cool group of kids and I felt we had a lot in common and we were able to have some pretty worthwhile conversations. We talked about American consumerism, car culture, vegetarianism, veganism, the value of life, abortion, overpopulation, social anxiety, language...
However, last night I also witnessed literally the worst thing I've ever seen when we walked by a homeless guy sitting in a corner with his pants down, pissing and shitting on the sidewalk. Yeah, I saw dick, balls, piss and shit all at the same time. So. There's that. I tried to write a more well rounded title for this but, I just couldn't. Too traumatized. I want everyone to suffer with me. PICTURE IT.
Anyway, despite the night's disgusting end, I had a lot of fun, and ended up sleeping for about a million years by the time I got home (around 5:30 or 6:00am). Today it is raining, which is kind of a bummer because I still have clothes on the line, but was also good because I stayed home and worked on my methodology project and on transcribing a conversation for my pragmatics project, which I'm honestly not sure when is due... Shit. I also got to Skype with Michael Baba, and we had an online tea party and I got to hear about the silly shenanigans I've been missing out on, and it was grand.
By the way, the lack of photos is mostly due to the fact that I dropped my iPhone in Gypsy's water bowl the other day, so it's sitting in a bag of rice in an attempt to not ruin it. Or what's left of it...it's kind of already a total cracked, scratched, fucked up disgrace.
Oh, and I don't think I've yet mentioned that my mom is coming in slightly less than three weeks and I'm SUPER FUCKING PUMPED. We are going to have all the fun. All of it.
Like I wrote last time, the semester is coming to a close and things are getting pretty stressful, but I was talking to my friend Sydney the other day and it was a really simple, casual conversation, but we were talking about how little grades and academic success really matter in the long run and it made me feel a lot better. Obviously school is important to me, but that's always been because I enjoy learning, primarily, and even though my grades may matter if I try and do grad school, it's not worth panicking over. So basically, I'm doing my best but remembering to breathe. I've never failed a class before, but if I do, fuck it, I'm not here to get good grades in classes where I'm learning nothing, anyway.
I have been pretty studious this weekend, finished up a big unit planning project in my methodology class, for one, but have also been having a lot of fun. Friday I met up with Christina and we went and picked out a birthday present for Karim. He's into comics and graphic novels, so we thought about getting him a gift card since we had no idea what to get, but they didn't have any, so we made the shop keepers help us pick something out based on the few books that we recognized from his collection, and our personal preferences (some of their suggestions were kinda ugly.) We also made him a card, and then later made dinner and met up with some friends at Laurel's house. We didn't do much that night, but we eventually got pretty extremely drunk and mostly just goofed around at Christina's until she got sleepy. Then Syd, Michelle and I went to the Mirador San Nicolas until we froze a little, and they walked me home and tucked me into bed. Literally. How cute is that?
Saturday, Christina and I bused to Jun with a bunch of Karim's other friends and we had a barbeque at his dad's house. His dad was really sweet and had a bad ass cane. It was great seeing him and Danielle, who just got engaged in Dubai, and of course my big slobbery dog pal, Leto! We had grilled veggies and salad, humus and pita bread, and they made sausages and burgers, too. I was miraculously energetic despite only sleeping about four hours the night before, and that night met up with Hannah and this Spanish guy, Carlos, whose in my North American Lit class, to have a few beers on Pedro Antonio. On our way, we ran into one of his friends, who was on his way to meet up with more friends, so we went to a little bar called Pub Venom and had a pretty awesome, mellow night drinking beers and hanging out with some really chill Spaniards. It was fun 'cause a few of them are studying or at least practicing their English, so everyone benefited linguistically. They were a really cool group of kids and I felt we had a lot in common and we were able to have some pretty worthwhile conversations. We talked about American consumerism, car culture, vegetarianism, veganism, the value of life, abortion, overpopulation, social anxiety, language...
However, last night I also witnessed literally the worst thing I've ever seen when we walked by a homeless guy sitting in a corner with his pants down, pissing and shitting on the sidewalk. Yeah, I saw dick, balls, piss and shit all at the same time. So. There's that. I tried to write a more well rounded title for this but, I just couldn't. Too traumatized. I want everyone to suffer with me. PICTURE IT.
Anyway, despite the night's disgusting end, I had a lot of fun, and ended up sleeping for about a million years by the time I got home (around 5:30 or 6:00am). Today it is raining, which is kind of a bummer because I still have clothes on the line, but was also good because I stayed home and worked on my methodology project and on transcribing a conversation for my pragmatics project, which I'm honestly not sure when is due... Shit. I also got to Skype with Michael Baba, and we had an online tea party and I got to hear about the silly shenanigans I've been missing out on, and it was grand.
By the way, the lack of photos is mostly due to the fact that I dropped my iPhone in Gypsy's water bowl the other day, so it's sitting in a bag of rice in an attempt to not ruin it. Or what's left of it...it's kind of already a total cracked, scratched, fucked up disgrace.
Oh, and I don't think I've yet mentioned that my mom is coming in slightly less than three weeks and I'm SUPER FUCKING PUMPED. We are going to have all the fun. All of it.
I don't know how you could have all the fun with your mom, when you had all the fun with me. :P
ReplyDeleteIt's pure math Casey. C=.5 + M=.5= one whole lotta fucking fun!
ReplyDeleteI love you guys.
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