All I wanted was to go to the beach. But di vibes well dead since the relative's accident and unfortunately I can't drive. That sorry fact bites me in the ass at least 4 time a year, but never again!!!
Today we go to a wedding. A trumpet-player from church will take a wife today. Apparently they are two very good people. I hope it lasts, very few people marry nowadays and still fewer stay together. The last wedding I went to - of another set of church people - is currently crumbling.
We will see what the night brings
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Welcome to Jamorock
In case you were wondering, that show that I went to in Kingston, with Damian and Stephen Marley, was fabulous, and Damian is kind of hot in a strange skinny rastaman sort of way.
On a related note, I am Legend, starring Will Smith, is a good movie for goosebumps. I thoroughly enjoyed it, though I don't think I could bear to watch it again.
On a related note, I am Legend, starring Will Smith, is a good movie for goosebumps. I thoroughly enjoyed it, though I don't think I could bear to watch it again.
A Very Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas folks. I hope that the holidays have treated you well. Mine have been a mixed bag. In fact, so 'mixed' that I would say it has been bad,
1. My old relative over at formerly known as nearly killed himself in a car crash. But I'll let him talk more in depth about that one.
2. The husband of a church sister of ours was shot dead outside his home. Two men were lurking in the yard and shot at him while he drove out. They didn't take his money, or his car; only his life. Perhaps they didn't have the time. For the first time I am truly afraid to be living in the most violent country on earth.
3. And finally, my father , in his supererogatorty decision to wait for me when I had decided not to go, was made late for midnight mass at Christmas. He spent the entire car ride calling me 'swine', told me to be more like my brother, and banned me from the house for spring break, saying 'mi nuh wah see yuh'. All in all, this shyt came from nowhere. I guess he must have been upset about something. But I'm tired of getting the bad end of every bad mood in that house.
I wonder if he will take it back. No, that will never happen. I wonder if he will bat an eye when I walk away and never come back. All I get is the impression that he is waiting for me to fail so that he can gloat and affirm the impression he has had about me since I was 7. I guess I'll see him on graduation day.
Anyway, I don't fly back to school until the 4th of January. Let's see what we can make of the rest of the holidays.
1. My old relative over at formerly known as nearly killed himself in a car crash. But I'll let him talk more in depth about that one.
2. The husband of a church sister of ours was shot dead outside his home. Two men were lurking in the yard and shot at him while he drove out. They didn't take his money, or his car; only his life. Perhaps they didn't have the time. For the first time I am truly afraid to be living in the most violent country on earth.
3. And finally, my father , in his supererogatorty decision to wait for me when I had decided not to go, was made late for midnight mass at Christmas. He spent the entire car ride calling me 'swine', told me to be more like my brother, and banned me from the house for spring break, saying 'mi nuh wah see yuh'. All in all, this shyt came from nowhere. I guess he must have been upset about something. But I'm tired of getting the bad end of every bad mood in that house.
I wonder if he will take it back. No, that will never happen. I wonder if he will bat an eye when I walk away and never come back. All I get is the impression that he is waiting for me to fail so that he can gloat and affirm the impression he has had about me since I was 7. I guess I'll see him on graduation day.
Anyway, I don't fly back to school until the 4th of January. Let's see what we can make of the rest of the holidays.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Family and Kingston
My brother recently reminded me that the last time I saw him was last december. Imagine that. A whole year. I wonder if he or I am the same persons we used to be...
He comforts me. he tells me that my grades no longer matter now that I have a job. But it's not that simple. Now that I am the only one looking, they are all of a sudden very important to me. How very odd.
Anyway, I'm off to Kingston. For those of you who don't know, that's the capital of Jamaica. Buy a damn map! There we will reunite with some family friends and catch the Welcome to Jamrock show by the (Bob) Marley Family.
See you soon.
He comforts me. he tells me that my grades no longer matter now that I have a job. But it's not that simple. Now that I am the only one looking, they are all of a sudden very important to me. How very odd.
Anyway, I'm off to Kingston. For those of you who don't know, that's the capital of Jamaica. Buy a damn map! There we will reunite with some family friends and catch the Welcome to Jamrock show by the (Bob) Marley Family.
See you soon.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Grades
I got my first grade. It was good. I feel like the rest will not follow suit though. In retrospect, maybe I should have put in a bit more effort. Maybe not aggravated my professors so much. Then again, in retrospect, I do not see how it could have happened any other way. They's bitches man.
My friend at Smith just graduated. She told me that the only reason she wasn't in tears - of despair that is - is because she is in total willful denial. As much as I have bitched this term about hating school in its currect form -and trust me, I meant every word - I can feel the fear already eclipsing my excitement about graduation. What new things will graduation bring?
I am not ready to grow up. Maybe I'll get married. Become a trophy wife. Join a nunnery. Who will take care of me in the big bad world?
My friend at Smith just graduated. She told me that the only reason she wasn't in tears - of despair that is - is because she is in total willful denial. As much as I have bitched this term about hating school in its currect form -and trust me, I meant every word - I can feel the fear already eclipsing my excitement about graduation. What new things will graduation bring?
I am not ready to grow up. Maybe I'll get married. Become a trophy wife. Join a nunnery. Who will take care of me in the big bad world?
Home at Last
Well, I am home, and I have slept off the fatigue. So tomorrow I will leave the house. Jamaica is such a gorgeous place. A cool 27 degrees celsius greeted me on touch down. God I'm spoilt. It's too bad the country is so politcally and economically messed up. Let's see what we can do about that shall we?
I just finished reading a Libba Bray book and its sequel Rebel Angels. My friend handed them off to me while I visited Smith on my last day in the States. The story is interesting, but they are truly poorly wirtten. It had promise, but it seemed like there was too much happening. She never spent the time to let the reader develop a good picture of what was going on. She never sparked my imagination. But I can never leave anything unfinished. I may just have to read that last of the trilogy.
I must stop my norturnal habits. I'm off to bed.
I just finished reading a Libba Bray book and its sequel Rebel Angels. My friend handed them off to me while I visited Smith on my last day in the States. The story is interesting, but they are truly poorly wirtten. It had promise, but it seemed like there was too much happening. She never spent the time to let the reader develop a good picture of what was going on. She never sparked my imagination. But I can never leave anything unfinished. I may just have to read that last of the trilogy.
I must stop my norturnal habits. I'm off to bed.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Exam Week
It's exam week and I have no exams, only two papers. We got our last test back for Real analysis and it was obvious that my professor went on a rampant bout of grade inflation. On one question, which admittedly deserved a good amount of partial credit, she gave me full marks saying 'you were headed in the right direction'. I ain't complaining.
We are all waiting for this week to be over. Then home-home and and then Winter Term. YAY!! An old friend of mine sent me a care package. I love friends who will send you stuff just for the heck of it... just to make you feel better.
BTW a Turkish friend of mine has been growing a fantastic beard. he is cutting it off before he goes home so that they "will let him on the plane". It's funny the things you take for granted. At least I only get harrassed in airports for fitting the description of a drug mule.
We are all waiting for this week to be over. Then home-home and and then Winter Term. YAY!! An old friend of mine sent me a care package. I love friends who will send you stuff just for the heck of it... just to make you feel better.
BTW a Turkish friend of mine has been growing a fantastic beard. he is cutting it off before he goes home so that they "will let him on the plane". It's funny the things you take for granted. At least I only get harrassed in airports for fitting the description of a drug mule.
Childhood OCD
When I was younger I used to leave exactly as I came. Tiles would light up showing me the twisting diagonal paths I would take on the checkered floors. When my brother taught me chess I would imagine little knights hopping with me; one step right, two steps forwards to the black tile. One step left two steps forward landing on white, until all the adults thought I had picked up an early penchant for dance. Where there were no tiles I would see a dangling thread as if I had unwoven on the way in. I would untangle myself from the building, hugging corners, mentally retracing my steps until I reached the door and was free to walk as I pleased, finally sure I had left no trace of myself behind.
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