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I’m suffocating in homework. Homework is to Zoe as Air is to Fishy.
Speaking of fish…I have an awkward situation that I must confess to. I, at this very moment in time, have a fried fish in my suitcase. “Why?” you may ask. Well, let me tell you. I got home last night from a lovely evening of TORTURE INDUCING HOMEWORK to some leftover cena. It was, of course, a fish with eye sockets and a tail. I, a person who eats most things, drew the line as those disturbingly empty sockets stared at me. But alas I wasn’t in the mood to have another conversation with Mayte about my dietary habits so…because there seems to be some anti-trash-receptacle sentiments in my house (seriously there are no trash cans to be found), I got out my own plastic bag, wrapped my fishy in foil, tossed him in the bag, and am now hiding him in my suitcase until I get a spare moment to throw my bag away in the street. Now any other person (including you readers) might think I’m nuts but I have to say that I’ve just had it talking about what I do and don’t eat and maybe next time I get this fishy I’ll have Mayte show me how to eat it but for the moment…I have a fried fish in my suitcase…and that’s that.
I walked into the Salón tonight to ask Mayte a question and she paused her spanish (aka- pornographic) movie while the camera was right zoomed in on some lady’s boob. So I kinda giggled to myself and then tried to refocus on what I wanted to say but I couldn’t because there was just a big ol boob in the room.
In more somber news my mom emailed me today to tell me that a boy from my school passed away. He went to Okemos and to Albion. I remember only bits and pieces of him. He was on my high school x-country team and I remember finally introducing myself to him at Albion. If you had seen his sunken cheeks and pallid skin you’d have known his fate. I did. Facebook, a popular profile-site, posts who has written you messages on your “wall” and whose wall you have written on. It made me especially sad to see TJ’s profile because the dates of each of his posts remained steady and then disappeared. Just like him. Just like all of us. We are all vulnerable to mortality in whichever form it chooses to take us. It is just such a shock that death can even be a real possibility because for all of the talking that we do about death, in the end the only thing that we really know is that we know absolutely nothing at all. TJ was really going to be something and I am sorry that he’s gone.
Love,
Zoe
Speaking of fish…I have an awkward situation that I must confess to. I, at this very moment in time, have a fried fish in my suitcase. “Why?” you may ask. Well, let me tell you. I got home last night from a lovely evening of TORTURE INDUCING HOMEWORK to some leftover cena. It was, of course, a fish with eye sockets and a tail. I, a person who eats most things, drew the line as those disturbingly empty sockets stared at me. But alas I wasn’t in the mood to have another conversation with Mayte about my dietary habits so…because there seems to be some anti-trash-receptacle sentiments in my house (seriously there are no trash cans to be found), I got out my own plastic bag, wrapped my fishy in foil, tossed him in the bag, and am now hiding him in my suitcase until I get a spare moment to throw my bag away in the street. Now any other person (including you readers) might think I’m nuts but I have to say that I’ve just had it talking about what I do and don’t eat and maybe next time I get this fishy I’ll have Mayte show me how to eat it but for the moment…I have a fried fish in my suitcase…and that’s that.
I walked into the Salón tonight to ask Mayte a question and she paused her spanish (aka- pornographic) movie while the camera was right zoomed in on some lady’s boob. So I kinda giggled to myself and then tried to refocus on what I wanted to say but I couldn’t because there was just a big ol boob in the room.
In more somber news my mom emailed me today to tell me that a boy from my school passed away. He went to Okemos and to Albion. I remember only bits and pieces of him. He was on my high school x-country team and I remember finally introducing myself to him at Albion. If you had seen his sunken cheeks and pallid skin you’d have known his fate. I did. Facebook, a popular profile-site, posts who has written you messages on your “wall” and whose wall you have written on. It made me especially sad to see TJ’s profile because the dates of each of his posts remained steady and then disappeared. Just like him. Just like all of us. We are all vulnerable to mortality in whichever form it chooses to take us. It is just such a shock that death can even be a real possibility because for all of the talking that we do about death, in the end the only thing that we really know is that we know absolutely nothing at all. TJ was really going to be something and I am sorry that he’s gone.
Love,
Zoe