mistakes aren't always regrets.

recently, i've been very apathetic about my personal life. not so much about politics or work, but about my room (i still have not unpacked completely from my mexico trip i returned from nearly a week ago) which is an absolute mess from packing/selling off my belongings before my move. and about getting back to/keeping up with friends.

mostly i've been sitting in my bed or on the front porch or riding my bike aroud aimlessly (and crashing) trying to dream up what Sanaa and Yemen will be like. i'm honestly close to terrified--and as all my friends remind me...i know i'm supposedly adequately prepared for this, but i'm frankly not worried about my classes or my saftey; i am worried about being lonely. i'm worried about my interviews going badly. i'm worried that i will be unable to relate to the other people, especially girls in the program. i'm worried i will get sick. i'm worried about the long flights. i'm just kind of generally worried.

i'll get over it.

i leave july 1st. come visit beforehand.

Puerto Vallarta, MEX-EE-KOOO

A week in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico for my cousin Jordan's wedding. The entire family is staying in this unbelievably beautiful villa on the side of a fucking breathtaking mountain overlooking the entire city and the ocean. Sitting around in a swimsuit loving the sunshine so much (because I have been living in computer labs and libraries the last couple of months). Sipping cervezas and margaritas, eating piles of fresh fruit and guacamole. Catching up on National Geographic and reading to prepare myself for Yemen. What the hell.

sentimental.

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^this is where i'm going this summer^

i'm feeling really sentimental like i sometimes do at the end of things. end of the semester, classes i like are over, friends i like are graduating or traveling, books i enjoyed, i'm finished with them. its simply sad to say goodbye to some things and some people. other things, i will hesitantly put behind me becasue i know it is best for me, not beause i want them gone. and still even other things i am ready to throw into the wind and hope that they have to at least make their way all of the way around the world before i ever run into them again. right now i cannot say which is which, but shit is good. shit is really really good.

how was your day?

the best fucking day of my life!

really?

yeah, really.

why?

i don't know.

is every day the best fucking day of your life?

yeah, maybe.

HALAS!

Or almost halas that is...

I'm living in the PCL and Epoch again, as is usual at this time of the year. Writing papers on theories of virtual pilgrimage and Hamas, preparing for arabic exams and presentations... I've become a lot more active in PSC (www.utpalestine.org) recently, and I hope it stays that way. I should be deleriously tired but I think my body magically adapts to this kind of sleep schedule when things need to be done.

Not only do I want to make it through this week, but I want to kick so much ass this week that I will be able to easily justify the 24 nap I'm going to take when it is over.

Why are my footnote numbers in arabic? cut that out!

My most recent frustration: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/10/world/middleeast/10jerusalem.html

20.

This coming Friday is my 20th birthday. I'm not sure I have any particular feelings on this occasion, but whether or not I do, the birthday will still happen. There will be a Big Lebowski themed party at my home (Eden @21 and Rio, ATX) Friday night, wear your bath robe, come drink white russians.

My friend Peter fractured his spine in a few places Sunday evening, which led to an interesting string of events. Including meeting an unimaginably stoic man in the ER parking garage named Herb Washington. He zip-tied my under-car bumper back to my car after a huge speed-bump dismembered my vehicle approximately 50 ft. from the garage's exit. You should just take my word for it, Mr. Herb Washington is a character, and I hope you are equally as lucky and may meet him someday when you least expect it.

Must finish essay on Ruzbihan Baqli before classssssss.

the box.

even after this series of repeated assaults, my morale will someday recover enough to actually appeal to someone again.

Eden house + garden

EDEN HOUSE:tv/video game room.


living room.
one corner of my room.
my bed.
desk, strange elevated closet, and bag of trash?

=my room!

As some of you may know, it is the beginning of planting season and here are some adorable baby vegetable plants.
in this garden there is currently roma tomato, cucumber, okra, red bell pepper, and yellow squash, not to mention every herb you can think of. Oh and lettuces!!
baby yellow squash plant.
row of baby yellow squashes.
BASIL!! oh man, pesto all summer long.
baby baby roma tomato plants.

love.