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jacksonville was lots of fun. had a really fantastic time at the eclipse with mr. phillip. I bit the bullet and bought a beach cruiser while I was down there. it's bright red and has a basket. I spent the majority of my time riding around atlantic beach. I found a good circuit down 1st to shelbys and then back on ocean. to mix it up sometimes I would just ride down the beach to the pier and back.
my parents gave me this really fantastic wind chime that we saw at shelby's for christmas. it's about 5 feet long and made out of seaglass, drift wood and CERMANIC MANATEES. it's pretty much the best thing I've ever seen, ever.
so we're finally down in miami. we've been here about 10 days I guess. maybe a little less. it's pretty great. it's amazing how tropical it is once you hit orlando. lily and I are doing a lot of sitting in the backyard.
I have a lot of time on my hands down here. I don't have a car and my mom has been running around alot with julia doing errands. there is no air in the bike and nothing that I can really walk to. ay, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself but I feel that perhaps I've hit that depressed point where I don't really want to get out of bed. not really, but I get up at 10 and go to bed at 9. this is not good.
I don't think I've spoken to anyone under 47 in about 10 days, besides my phone call to/from mike. hmm.
what I should be doing is banging out another 20 pages on my thesis. for some reason I really can't make myself sit down and do it. I'm doing some reading, but not enough. I re-read "I am, Charlotte Simmons" and "Garlic and Sapphires" to take a break from anything academic. Luckily the new American Studies Quarterly came yesterday - it's pretty fantastic this month ... with a number of good reviews.
I'm also doing a lot of thesis reading which vacillates from being really great to truly painful.
my parents are having lots of dinner parties that julia and I are not invited to. julia and I sit in the kitchen with albert and george and eat dinner in silence. it's weird.
even though I'm sure I sound listless and unhappy, miami really is great. it's so different than anywhere I've ever been. I went to the dmv yesterday to have my license renewed and found that I was the only person speaking english. at the grocery store I'm surrounded by tres leche, flan, plantains and guava paste. the air smells different, coconuts drop in our backyard and my parents stood outside after their party last night and smoked dominican cigars.
unforuntately I've looked all over miami and have yet to find any mallorjas. I think the spelling on that is heroically off. that said, there's been lots of cafe con leche and guava-queso pastries.
before I head out of town I really want to go to calle ocho, the cuban section of town. the problem is that I don't really have anyone to come with me. My dad is working all and there's no way that I'm going to drag my mom and julia out there. I also really want to go down to the keys. I didn't realize that it's still an hour even to key largo - much more the three hours to key west. I just need one, adventurous miami friend.
come on, get happy.
my parents gave me this really fantastic wind chime that we saw at shelby's for christmas. it's about 5 feet long and made out of seaglass, drift wood and CERMANIC MANATEES. it's pretty much the best thing I've ever seen, ever.
so we're finally down in miami. we've been here about 10 days I guess. maybe a little less. it's pretty great. it's amazing how tropical it is once you hit orlando. lily and I are doing a lot of sitting in the backyard.
I have a lot of time on my hands down here. I don't have a car and my mom has been running around alot with julia doing errands. there is no air in the bike and nothing that I can really walk to. ay, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself but I feel that perhaps I've hit that depressed point where I don't really want to get out of bed. not really, but I get up at 10 and go to bed at 9. this is not good.
I don't think I've spoken to anyone under 47 in about 10 days, besides my phone call to/from mike. hmm.
what I should be doing is banging out another 20 pages on my thesis. for some reason I really can't make myself sit down and do it. I'm doing some reading, but not enough. I re-read "I am, Charlotte Simmons" and "Garlic and Sapphires" to take a break from anything academic. Luckily the new American Studies Quarterly came yesterday - it's pretty fantastic this month ... with a number of good reviews.
I'm also doing a lot of thesis reading which vacillates from being really great to truly painful.
my parents are having lots of dinner parties that julia and I are not invited to. julia and I sit in the kitchen with albert and george and eat dinner in silence. it's weird.
even though I'm sure I sound listless and unhappy, miami really is great. it's so different than anywhere I've ever been. I went to the dmv yesterday to have my license renewed and found that I was the only person speaking english. at the grocery store I'm surrounded by tres leche, flan, plantains and guava paste. the air smells different, coconuts drop in our backyard and my parents stood outside after their party last night and smoked dominican cigars.
unforuntately I've looked all over miami and have yet to find any mallorjas. I think the spelling on that is heroically off. that said, there's been lots of cafe con leche and guava-queso pastries.
before I head out of town I really want to go to calle ocho, the cuban section of town. the problem is that I don't really have anyone to come with me. My dad is working all and there's no way that I'm going to drag my mom and julia out there. I also really want to go down to the keys. I didn't realize that it's still an hour even to key largo - much more the three hours to key west. I just need one, adventurous miami friend.
come on, get happy.