on my cuticle, no less. &%(^%($$(+!!!!!! Fuck! That hurt!

I’ve been quiet lately, I know. The flip side to this is that I’ve actually called people recently. I know, it’s shocking. Don’t worry. I will re-embrace my irritation with phones and retreat back to e-mail and conversations via meebo.

I am listening to a few Cirque de Soliel soundtracks. They are quite good. Listening to them without watching the performers allows my mind to roam as I plod through my day. The songs are primal (at least some of them) and evocative.

I feel overwhelmed by school and work. Juggling a full class load while trying to finish a big project for work = no sleep, mad stressed, and grumpy. D and I have plans with friends this weekend, but I have my first field lab for Botany on Saturday. I get to go to Chululota at 8. How exciting is that ? *sarcasm* I am regretting my decision to take this class. There’s a shitload of work. GAH! And I had a quiz in grammar, which I bombed. How in the fuck can I bomb an open-book quiz? ^(#^&#%^&(#$!! Amanda and I are getting together on Sunday so that we can work out our grammar homework together. I hate grammar. I am feeling very very uneasy about school this semester. I feel very uneasy about the move as well. It’s just…. stress. Blech. Oh, and I have to work this weekend. Can I pout now?

I need a nap.

I found this video on youtube of Rachel Brice. I recently bought a video where she breaks down all of the basic moves, and it kept me sore for a few days. She’s an amazing tribal belly dancer (notice the dark clothing and lack of sparkly shit). All of those moves are harder than they look. She has total control over every muscle in her body. It’s amazing.

The last Harry Potter book is coming out in July. I can’t pre-order it because we won’t know where we will be in July. Perhaps I should pre-order it and have it sent to my sister’s house. She’s not moving anytime soon. Hmmm….

I talked to my birth daughter the other night. She went to NYC for her 13th birthday, and thinks that I am old. :) Ahh, youth. She thinks 30 is ancient. She’s so damn cheerful, it’s infectious. I also spoke with her mother and father. Her dad is fucking adorable. He giggles, and you can hear his smile. His greek accent makes the voice and enthusiasm all the sweeter. Her mother and I talked about growing old. I forgot that she’s only 1.5 years younger than my mother. I think some part of her is horrified that she’s really old enough to be my mother. And we talked about gray hair. She makes me laugh - and they are going to try to come out for my graduation. I would love that soooo much. The birth daughter also sent me pictures. She looks like me in the eyes, but her nose is not mine. And she doesn’t have my hair. It’s shiny and straight. Genetics are cool.

So, that is my half-assed update. Have a nice Thursday.