shake shake shake senora

oooh, when i finally get an apartment it will be so cool! owning your own space. cooking with sarah in her apartment made me want an apartment and to learn how to cook. we danced around to the classics (harry belafonte, simon & garfunkel, kelis) with spatulas and aprons while wearing her & her roommate's old chemistry goggles to protect us from the erupting oil out of the cheap rumage sale pans. i truly felt like a domestic goddess. the thing i liked most about their apartment was the fact that they have a dog. it just makes a home homey, even if that means smelly and filled with yelling.

as of yesterday, i love mos def and i hate puff daddy. i also have a strong hatred for plastic surgery. especially in the asian countries where it's cheap and performed on over half of its women. bone shaving and leg extensions are sickening, but that's what happens when a guy names himself puff daddy and decides its his job to preach through this television station called MTV to millions of little teenagers, who sit there watching him yell at girls "to lay off the hamburgers."

DEVOCATION was just oh-so-cute. the group picture, the barbecue, the inappropriate conversation and jokes about love affairs, crack, and footsie-playing. the usual. also, the blc movie rocks socks off for sure.

everything is coming in "lasts" and it's sad. last day of class, last time i'll see you, last encounter with random posses, last load of laundry in bradley basement! okay, you might not think that's very sentimental, but the laundry talk was good. i will also miss the on-going, in-depth discussion about the capitalist system and the Iraqi war on the women's bathroom stalls, 1st floor @ College, unlike the men's bathroom limited to phallic images and obscenties.

leah: go shower, eat, study NOW!!!

"the unanswered questions are far less dangerous than the unquestioned answers."