10.19.05 - 11:26 p.m.

I really have nothing to say, but am In The Mood for Diary-ing. How can people charge $100 for a 280 page economics text book? Gracias a dios that I'm not taking economics.

My life is so not what it used to be. Yes, I'm drinking a beer. But it's not cuz I'm going out or anything. I'm just in my pj's menstruating up a storm (I do feel special that I'm all in tune with the full moon, I'm so woman. Hear me roar. Or moan a little under my breath at least.) and longing for love. Or lust. There really are no men, ni chances here. Like there was the crush, but it faded really quickly. And I was trying to nurse another crush on my skinny, pakistani professor but ultimatley the only longer-than-two-minute conversation I've had with him was about what courses i should take in the spring. not exactly foreplay, now is it? and the guys in town are all white, bearded and hippy. or black, bearded and hippy. i just can't date a guy that talks about fairies. or has tatoos of them. ew. life isn't as much fun without a crush or potential crush. que triste.

and i have sooooooo much work to do. and a lot of it is in group with people i don't like all that much. and due to menstruating i ate like 400 lbs. of crap today- including donuts and cheese. i mean that's the bottom of the barrel for me. i'm kind of mildly depressed i guess. i want to go out, but also want to be productive. i also want to give in to the beer and the fact i don't have to get up early today and watch ever so slightly pornographic cinema. like mainstream soft porn. like y tu mama tambien, my ultimate favorite. not really porn, just sexy. i saw 'talk to her' with my spanish class. oh my god. mrs. brazil have you seen it? so weird and twisted and almovodar good.

movies suck though when professors show them.EVERY one of my professors has shown a movie so far. some two! now as a former teacher i know that is a LAZY as fuck tactic. i'm pissed. but because it is adult education i can (and do) say things to my profs. like "that movie was a waste of time" and they can kiss my nongraded ass if they don't like it. teaching in grad school is fairly lame i've decided. read/discuss/show movie/small lecture/have the students present shit- that's the entire repetoire of variety. very little creativity. i'm surprised.

'nuff bitching. let me just close by saying i ordered something online using wireless and it makes me all scared that someone will get my credit card number and i'll be fucked because i only have like $200 in the bank anyway. it's rent and beer money. what can you do?

thanks for reading. it eases the lonely factor, for sure.
paleta

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