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there is a lot to be said -
last weekend was lovely, the breather i so desperately needed. i used champagne as a rolling pin, ate too much ice cream, and returned to the thai temple for my favorite sticky rice and mango.
and then i got sick.
that pretty much sums up this week. i try to study, end up faling asleep on the couch, try to study again, and then go to bed. in between there were some cute moments of companiable studying and sex and the city watching and an impromptu andronicos run.
tomorrow i have my very first final, as most people have their last.
i wouldn't have bothered updating, except i can't resist recording how much i freaking love berkeley. i spent the entire day in the corner of the Free Speech Movement Cafe... I sang to myself without thinking about it, ran into old friends, watched the sunlight shift and change and disappear. On my way home I overheard a mother explain to her very small child that hunger creates desperation, and that if he too was starving, he might steal... the compassion in this city sometimes almost hurts... coming out of a used bookstore, I see the same pair, little boy in a tie died hat, big frog booted feet. his mother looked like she had the soul of an artist. arriving home, i turn on twinkling lights and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. i'm wearing a scruffy knitted sweeater, a huge bright scarf holds up my hair, and around my neck i have a finals gift from my roommate -- a man on telegraph spreads his message of love by giving out necklaces that say PEACE, and i wear mine proudly...
last weekend was lovely, the breather i so desperately needed. i used champagne as a rolling pin, ate too much ice cream, and returned to the thai temple for my favorite sticky rice and mango.
and then i got sick.
that pretty much sums up this week. i try to study, end up faling asleep on the couch, try to study again, and then go to bed. in between there were some cute moments of companiable studying and sex and the city watching and an impromptu andronicos run.
tomorrow i have my very first final, as most people have their last.
i wouldn't have bothered updating, except i can't resist recording how much i freaking love berkeley. i spent the entire day in the corner of the Free Speech Movement Cafe... I sang to myself without thinking about it, ran into old friends, watched the sunlight shift and change and disappear. On my way home I overheard a mother explain to her very small child that hunger creates desperation, and that if he too was starving, he might steal... the compassion in this city sometimes almost hurts... coming out of a used bookstore, I see the same pair, little boy in a tie died hat, big frog booted feet. his mother looked like she had the soul of an artist. arriving home, i turn on twinkling lights and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. i'm wearing a scruffy knitted sweeater, a huge bright scarf holds up my hair, and around my neck i have a finals gift from my roommate -- a man on telegraph spreads his message of love by giving out necklaces that say PEACE, and i wear mine proudly...