Being hungover is not the same when you have to deal with professors sitting next to you at breakfast and spicy food... no grease.
Oamjie's back. Ruma's leaving. She wrote to Ellen Ross today to see if we could work out a three credit independent study. Which would make me just two extra classes away from graduation.

We're going into Bangalore tonight. I'm very excited. I love it here. Last night we danced to some reggae, to some hip hop, to a classical randition of some Pocahontas song, and I had a good conversation about gender with Ruma. Of course. I also told Fidel I want to have a talk with him about Islam and women and have it be an open one. I have been dancing more than ever since I came here. Bo said that South Asian women aren't supposed to get drunk and I told her white women, in theory, really shouldn't be dancing, but I do it anyway.

When I go home I want to ride my bike, have people wrap their arms around me, go for runs, visit friends who will be leaving, read, clean out my room completely, make some money (?), do some small time travelling.. see Demetrius and I can't even begin to imagine the beauty of that moment or the happiness that will be swelling up inside of me. And the relief... of being able to kiss him.

This is a horrible way of keeping track of time/restless moods/slow days/fleeting weeks.

How I Utilized Some Class Time::

Accepting you're where you are
Questioning why you came anyway
Scraping together for phone cards and postage
Waking up early/staying up late
...to hear a phone ring
...to laugh at a story
...to close your eyes and pretend he's sitting with you
And that warm breeze is his breath on your cheek
Because he is that close
You are that near


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parasite update: taylor thinks she has one