Toothbrushes

I've dropped the idea of crafting a post. Everything that has been going on for the past few weeks has been much of the same: great great fun. We've been socializing alot (the Mel Hoppenheim Awards Night, Festival screenings, birthday suppers, closing parties, family suppers, acandian fiestas), all experiences that make me learn more about P. It's nothing drastic, but it also teaches me about me and how I am around him. I was always very comfortable around him, and I still am. Every time he looks at me it's like a vote of confidence. It's really nice.

I'm going to take a mini break from all this socializing. I'm taking this class on Bunuel and Mexican Cinema and I think it's going to be very interesting. I did not realize he was more than Un Chien Andalou. I'm already behind (because the book is expensive and ridiculously hard to find), but I'm feeling hopeful. The prof is from the school in Cuba, so having him teach just reminds me how calm I felt when I was there. I still feel pretty calm. Although I am having a semi-dramatic crisis about grad school, but hopefully that will work itself out.

I'm trying to get my sleep and swim schedule back on track so I can feel good and productive. Fatigue makes me unable to relax and let my mind be open. My attempt at getting unaddicted to the internet is going ok, but I guess I should have specified 'emails' and 'blogs'. Less emails and blogs, and more books.

More Nina Simone.