Nostalgia.

So the first week is done. Finally. It's been a bit overwhelming for me & I won't deny it, I miss the way it used to be. But nonetheless, I have awesome girls on my floor & everything is lovely. I'm back home in the very missed K-Town with no Nush. I'm starting to miss the little things about my K-Town living. . .

I went pee today and my god it felt nice to be in a bathroom all by myself. Weird, no? I had a cigarette with my lovely mother & when she went inside I realized that Nush wasn't behind me. I'm just a sad little girl as of late. Not sad because things are bad, but sad because things are greatly missed. Anyways. . .

My Superwoman & Daddy B spoiled me & I actually was ecstatic to even see Ritzy & the pool in the Catalina Tropics. Ma gave me a coffee maker (loveeee it!) & the phone. I had jambalaya that was absolutely delicious & damn near half a pie for dessert. Spoiled much? Yes, but so what!

For some odd reason, amongst my girls on my floor, we had a talk about all sorts of things that rowled up emotions that I didn't even know still existed. It felt weird: I was in a place with practically strangers, then became sad & unable to cope. I'm surprised I didn't wake my roommate when I came in at a later hour rambling through drawers & such in search for my neglected journal, a lighter & my cigarettes. What's going on with me?

I guess. . I just miss it all. The 3 musketeers to be specific.

So, on a lighter note, I think that I'm pretty comfortable with the work load & new space. It's an odd place to be in life to me. As of right now, my only occupation is to learn. Doesn't it seem simple & lovely? All I need to do is successfully grasp the concepts that are taught in the classroom. I'm no longer a young child where things are handed to me, nor am I an adult in the grown-up world expected to pay bills on time and smile at the people you hate at your job. Life is full of all sorts of goodies & bad things that stupid college kids get caught up in. Let's keep it at gradual pace Kid. All kinds of things can happen between the walk from U Hall & Del Rey South.

Within all of this, I enjoy the little things about being a kid to La Professeur and L'Écrivain: euphoria and great food. . for thought too.

Higher Learning.

It's my first day of school!

Mornin' Sunshine. . .

So, I'm here. In my new home. With my Elephant. God she's awesome. Things are different. Waking to a new face & a new sunshine. It feels great. I went in with an open mind & an open heart & I feel at home in my place. People have walked past our door & love what we've done with the place. It's my place to come home to & I'm growing to love it more & more every time I walk through these doors. I miss my Ellie & I know I will until she comes back. New places, new faces, something I'd like to call finding forever. I know I will embark on new adventures & discover new places within myself but it's the beginning of forever for me.

Today I went to a Correctional Institute for Women. It was quite intense. I got a chance to meet & interact with some beautiful, educated, imprisoned women. These ladies spoke of the progression that they have reached even within those thick walls. We had a Socratic seminar about choice theory and how it has changed the way these women carry themselves and changed the way they see themselves from the inside out. Though it seemed pretty fierce just by saying the words "I'm visiting a women's prison," the experience was invaluable. I was enlightened by the entire concept of this trip. I never thought that I would find such phenomenal women behind these walls. Most women that I met were there for 20 plus years and had the sweetest hearts, seemed as if they wouldn't ever hurt a fly. This facility wasn't your typical prison; it was actually a rehabilitation center. What all prisons should strive to mimic. I was blown away by the creativity and heartfelt artwork that these women created. I couldn't even begin to explain the emotions that it all provoked. I can say that one of those emotions definitely wasn't pity. Learning about choice theory, or scratching the surface rather, opened my eyes to the realization that circumstances are only imitative of your actual attitude. In other words, life is what you make it.

God I love this.

Swimming Lessons

So, things are changing. It's such an odd thing I'm feeling. Excited for the things to come, but slow to accept the change. A little precautious maybe? It's like diving into a cold pool. If you inch your way in, it's freezing. When you dive right in, it's an easier adjustment. So why suffer the goose bumps? Jump in!

I Just Got Lost

Wow. What a rollercoaster of a life I have. Reaching climactic highs & emotional lows. Days are numbered because soon I'll be embarking on a new adventure: college! Woo! I can hardly wait.

My Mom & DB are the ultimate gift the universe could ever give me. It's comforting to know that my family isn't seasonal. Unexplainable & yes you could even say illogical but completely perfect. Dysfunctional families are the shit. Didn't you know? GO Familia!

Smokie & The Midget adventures have been awesome & completely unpredictable! Drugs & pimps, crimes & pineapple express. I mean, really? Remind me to come home before the streetlights turn on! Battle wounds & overdosed pain! Even though we didn't achieve the goal of actually cooking in the kitchen, we did come up with an obvious realization: we really ARE her kids! But, microwaved chicken nuggets count right, no? The adventures never end! Next adventure (crime) on deck: reclaiming San Fransisco! & sinking that Sailor *ahem* that sail. . boat. . .

I realized today that getting a guy that speaks farsi to interpret arabic is like having a chinese guy interpreting japanese. Really!? Ugh. The pseudo also known as the squiggle is still meaningful (to me) & representive of something deeper. My mom still thinks it pretty! Ha! Thanks ma. Just stupid.

I'm going to miss my Ellie. I'm getting sad now & have resorted to really strange measures to show my affection. But whatever! So what I'm already having separation anxiety. Aiy. Mon dieu.

Sad Sad, Happy Happy. It's like pulling the pettles off of a flower, or wings off of a lady bug.