Roomies

so he's moving in.

List

this a partial list of all the meals my babie has cooked for me:
pasta with marinara (2)
shrimp frittata
french toast
crepes
egg sandwich
lentil soup
christmas chicken w/ mashers, corn, stuffing, candied carrots, cranberry and    gravy

there is more but I can't remember it all. not one of those meals has disappointed me.

Success

I have 7 students, as many of you know. Most of them are Juniors, and are new to me this year. However, I have 2 that I have had since last fall who are seniors and they are also my favorites (I bought one a TI-89 and the other an Etienne Aigner purse for Christmas). One of them found out last night that she got in to Sarah Lawrence!!!!!! That means she'll be in NY with me and I can look out for her. I bet she also thinks I'll buy her alcohol. Woooo Hoooo!!!!!

well maybe

okay so I changed my mind. a girl's allowed to change her mind. I'll stick with it for a while longer.

Sick

I'm on my third day not getting out of bed. I'm tired of being sick and am getting up and joining the real world tomorrow whether I feel better or not. I will feel better, i feel pretty good now. I got sick on weds. I went out on Thanksgiving with my homegirl and a date. It was fun but I won't be seeing him again. She talked me into going out on Fri. as well. I knew I was going to get worse but I also knew I would have the weekend to get better. We went to see Neurosis at Dantes. They were wierd. Kinda like the dead combined with tool or something. I wasn't having a terrible time but Christine wasn't into it so we bailed and went to the hut. We met some dudes and drank beers with them a little and then after the bar closed. Then we went home. As predicted I was sicker the next day and decided I would stay in bed till I got well. Fast forward to today and that is finally the case. What is surprising to me is how stoked I was with just staying in bed. Usually when I stay home on a Saturday night for any reason I get ants in my pants and I can feel people partying without me. This time I was right where I wanted to be. I haven't showered since friday. EEEEW.

Sick

f someone knows the secret to not getting sick i wish you would let me in on it. i'm sick of getting sick. anyway. went out last night against my better judgement cause my friend was really jonesin. I owed her one for going out with me when she didn't want to. I only had, like, 4 beers in 4 hours. I think i might have had 1 cigarette. Actually 2. I think it was the claustrophobic smoke of the Sandy Hut that did it. And now I am too sick to function and my good friends' reception is tonight. I'm not gonna go. no choice. Still waiting to hear back from NYC. Keep your fingers crossed.

Down and out in Beverly Hills

an interesting movie, i'd say. I hadn't seen it since I was a kid, and watching it again, it makes more sense. I'm sick. Missed class today and i plan on laying in bed all day so i can get over it quickly. I was supposed to have a date tonight. Hopefully dude won't mind waiting till tomorrow. So I read Vogue. right now it's one of only two magazines I subscribe to. The impression that vogue is strictly materialistic and superficial is a deceptive one. I have actually read many a deep and thoughtful article in said magazine. Like the one I read this morning. A very gifted and lucky female war correspondent mused over the life and death of her hero and role model, a woman named Oriana Fallaci. She was an iconoclast (she referred to herself as La Fallaci) and had interviewed everyone from Indira Ghandi to Qaddafi. Not only did she interview them but she was bossy and probing in a way that no other reporter could pull off. This correspondent was writing not of her admiration for Fallaci (although that was implied), but how she avoided what she observed to be the one failing of Fallaci. Fallaci had only one love in her long and war torn career, a greek freedom fighter who was killed in a car crash. She also never had children, but wrote about her regret for the fact in a book "Letter to a Child Never Born". The author di Giovanni woke up one day and realized she feared ending up the same way. She took a leave of absence, married another journalist she had been flinging for years, and had a child within 9 months. I am frightened. I am frightened of ending up like either of these women. I can't say I am as career driven as either of them, or rather that my career is as impressive as either of theres (math teachers are not known for their fame). I really am fairly driven, actually. I am reflecting on this because of my recent sickness. I new it was coming, after all, it was only a matter of time what with the travelling and non stop school, studying, tutoring, and partying. Also, I am about to leave everything and everyone I love and pick up and move to NY for more school and more work. I don't forsee that as being my last move. Let's hope I don't end up old and alone with my high minded aspirations and integrity. Also, I don't want to drop everything and do it on purpose cause I'm afraid it won't happen otherwise. Ivory towers are pretty, but they're lonely. Still, it's where I live.