4604 duval

jordan allison and i have moved into our new home at 4604 duval street and hyde park is so perfect. we had a huge party last night and went through many gallons of punch and an entire keg of lonestar. jesus!

besides that, i barely made it through the summer semesters of arabic and now i am up to my neck in school work again. i am taking lots of arabic, islamic theology, and weather and climate. they all seem as though they will be tough but worth my time.

i am also feeling a bit asexual lately, i can't remember that last time i lusted after someone without alcohol in me--bummer.

i'm tired, g'night.

worn.

i am completely and undeniably exhausted. i wish that i could say it was because i was up late every night riding bikes around the city or maybe even because i had a little too much to drink and was out dancing until people were leaving for work and school.

while i love studying arabic and i reap the rewards of that work everyday, i am simply exhausted. this entire summer has been like one continuous finals' week and i can't bare to think that i have four more weeks of grinding this out before i have to move and get right back to all of it. on top of this particular stress, a few other things have been plaguing me, like that i miss my family and that i am extremely lonely. you can only spend so much time by yourself, doing homework and eating and sleeping alone in a house that is almost always empty before it gets to you. and it is not like i don't go out and do things, i totally went and saw the dark knight this afternoon, but i didn't really get to talk to anyone and even if i did i feel as if i'd have nothing to talk about... unless you want to talk about arabic homework, which of course is the reason i couldn't hang out after the movie.

woo hoo. al-wajib al-arabiyya, here i come.

crash.

i crashed on my bike today, my whole body hurts.  i didn't cry, but i wanted to.

Al-arabii.

Ahlan wa sahalan.

It has been a long time since my last post and there probably will not be any more all summer. I have started my intensive summer arabic program and it is taking over my life.  Class Monday-Friday 9-noon and Monday & Wednesday 4-5pm, and I also have at least five hours of waajid (homework) every night (if not more!).   Therefore, the posts are on hold until the end of the summer.  

Maasalama,

CE

bed ridden.

This is my friend Scott the day he taught me to play DDR at the arcade a little ways up north.  I remember we took the bus and goodness did I have the hugest crush on him.  We went to the wok'n'roll for lunch and then it was DDR time.  Scott is really really really good at DDR.  I miss him a lot even though he only lives up the street and technically I could see him whenever I want.

He is also currently sick.  I have been so too since Saturday.  Strep/"possibly mono" says the doctor at the clinic after 2 hours of waiting and an hour and a half of throat swabbing and blood tests.  I've been in bed and waddling around the house in my sleeping clothes for the past few days, taking my anti-biotic but not really feeling better.  I have another appointment Wednesday morning with my real doctor and I hopefully will feel well enough to start summer school on Thursday.  If I could get over the general bad mood I'm in from being sick I would be really excited about finally starting Arabic.  I need something to do before I go fucking crazy.

Also, not being able to do things for yourself really sucks. I miss my mom.

Welcome Summer.

Andrea and I, when I had pink-ish hair.

I have just moved into my summer place.  Austin is sunny, hot, and beautiful.  My room will soon have an Andrea living in it as well.  Matresses and palettes on the floor, a ceiling fan, and a single chair. $275 a month, all bills paid, not bad at all.  I am exhausted from all of this moving, but at ease.  WOOHOO!!!

Did I mention that I saw Radiohead play in Houston this past Saturday.  It was wonderful!

weary.

Allison, readying herself.

Again, I did not rest last night, and I am now a bit weary.  Also, I am a bit contemplative.  Oh, you know, pondering the ambiguity of language and time and the existence of God and the origin of the universe and shit.  And shit.