I found out today, for the first time in my life, that my Nana from Uruguay's middle name is Damasilda. My dad never knew either. It was my parents anniversary today. i brought them to the north end and mr. bruno, this little old italian man in a suit, showed us a good place. then we saw this 1940's car with two men blaring italian music. it was really quite awesome, albeit very cliche. i love them. i didnt always. often, my mother will ask questions of me that she already has the answers to just to fill the space. it makes me uncomfortable, but i know it's her way of making sense of her daughter..who's really nothing like her. somehow, it works. it didnt always.

coming back, everyone was out. i sat next to this teenager playing guitar. it was great. i miss teaching. i miss kids. at least they're real. the people at this job are far from real, but they don't know it yet. they swear on cue and talk in "drama class" voices and they make me angrier than i would like them to. it's just more insecurity stuff. and i'm the weird, streaked-haired girl at the black-tie party and that's ok. i've become quite comfortable with it. but i digress..

i'm really looking forward to having some downtime. i love spending time alone. some of my friends do not, but it works out. i have my new (refirb) router so by sunday, my house may just be networked. i'm told by nessie to coat the cables with tinfoil.


"You must have chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star."—Friedrich Nietzsche