the dream of the 90s is alive --in Portland.
This past week and a half has been an exercise in ignoring life and trying to figure out what the hell I meant by "flexible response" and trying to sort through all sorts of bullshit. I think I did a good job of avoiding most of it.
My mom was on vacation last week, and last week was kind of a wonky week at the high school I've been volunteering at (4-day week; 2 of those were short days, and the other 2 I happened to have obligations/didn't feel like going). The week before that, in terms of the high school, I was still meeting/getting to know some of the teachers. So, today will be my first classroom experience with 2 new teachers. I dreamt of one of them, even though I've only met him once. It wasn't sexual, if that's what you were thinking. I had a dream I was observing in his classroom. Pretty interesting stuff, no?
February often seems a blur. Today, it is a blur I'd like to put behind me. I'll remember it as the month I was depressed, ate edibles, and accomplished...well, wait, did I accomplish anything? I read a couple of books (a novela, a work of non-fiction, and a short novel, at the very least). I didn't completely devolve into anarchy. It was just sort of an "off" month. I can handle that, I suppose. I couldn't at the time, which makes me wonder how much I'm trying to fool myself right now.
I watched a lot of tv/movies in the past week. I saw most of/part of Blue Velvet and Network. Beneath the Planet of the Apes and Kindergarten Cop were also on, but I was asleep/stoned/didn't "finish" either. I also saw like, 5 or 6 episodes of Community and 5 episodes of Portlandia. I know I probably watched an episode or so of the Golden Girls as well. It wasn't a bad stretch, it just wasn't as rosy as I'm painting it.
I tend to wear nostalgia glasses a lot. It's rather harmful and detrimental. But, if it helps get me through today, my first 5am day in over a week, then so be it.
My mom was on vacation last week, and last week was kind of a wonky week at the high school I've been volunteering at (4-day week; 2 of those were short days, and the other 2 I happened to have obligations/didn't feel like going). The week before that, in terms of the high school, I was still meeting/getting to know some of the teachers. So, today will be my first classroom experience with 2 new teachers. I dreamt of one of them, even though I've only met him once. It wasn't sexual, if that's what you were thinking. I had a dream I was observing in his classroom. Pretty interesting stuff, no?
February often seems a blur. Today, it is a blur I'd like to put behind me. I'll remember it as the month I was depressed, ate edibles, and accomplished...well, wait, did I accomplish anything? I read a couple of books (a novela, a work of non-fiction, and a short novel, at the very least). I didn't completely devolve into anarchy. It was just sort of an "off" month. I can handle that, I suppose. I couldn't at the time, which makes me wonder how much I'm trying to fool myself right now.
I watched a lot of tv/movies in the past week. I saw most of/part of Blue Velvet and Network. Beneath the Planet of the Apes and Kindergarten Cop were also on, but I was asleep/stoned/didn't "finish" either. I also saw like, 5 or 6 episodes of Community and 5 episodes of Portlandia. I know I probably watched an episode or so of the Golden Girls as well. It wasn't a bad stretch, it just wasn't as rosy as I'm painting it.
I tend to wear nostalgia glasses a lot. It's rather harmful and detrimental. But, if it helps get me through today, my first 5am day in over a week, then so be it.