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Not much work has been reaching my hands, but that is ok. I got a free turkey so that was great!

Im finally done with the flies, I could not say what kind of jubilation I got from turning in that paper and hearing that they were dead. All thousand and something of them.

Im glad it's going to be cold on thursday it kind of sucks it's hot tomorrow, as all my drying and straightening is going to be wasted with the humidity.

I love peoplewatching, especially people from different cultures.

There you go not much to say and that is good.

I read this book on race relations in Latin America and while it didn't tell me anything new it didn't explain anything I already knew better. The fifth floor of the library is scary, there are always random people walking around the isles and its so quiet.

I had a really beautiful dream today, I was at a beach it had light brown sand the water was a light blue, the waves moved the light and I was wearing white shorts and a blue shirt. I had a table with big white puzzle pieces, I was selling them and for some reason they sold quite well. There were three other people near me and when I looked at the horizon I could see various cruise ships, they were quite close to each other, it looked almost like an animation the way the ships moved with the waves. Afterwards I walked to my house, it had hedgehogs and a pool, it was made of stone and there was a tree next to the back door. It was a nice Mexican street but with a metro bus.

Hahaha, it was rather bizarre.

I leave you with this, Houston has a cardinal!

Pixa

I drink orange powerade when there is a dynamo game like today's, which reminds me, a week ago I saw Brian Ching walking across the parking lot, he was wearing these really cool tennis, and he looked skinny, his legs not as big as they look on tv. He is as tanned as he looks on screen.

I am a failure.

Buzz

Eh bien, today I made the mistake of drinking coffee after a prolonged absence and it was interesting. I was flushed for almost three hours and sort of shaky too. This is due to my stupidity of not bringing a sweater to school today! I was ever so cold (and decided coffee was my answer even though it doesn't help warm you at all.) That is until around twelve when as predicted the day warmed, sadly I was sort of hot and shaky like I said and didn't enjoy the warm weather as much as I had hoped.

Nana Caymmi is so cool, I wish she was a friend of my father's so I could listen to her sing in one of those latin reunions.

I really hate that the day is getting shorter today was dark by six! It makes the busing experience scary. Hahaha. I laugh but it is very serious.

I have started a collection of random pictures in daily life. mostly strangers.

Whoa! tomorrow is payday!

Im worried about my loan, :(

And is there a reason why all the black people work for the bureaucracy? It wouldn't be so bad if they were a little nice or tried to help, every time I ask something at school is always "no I can't help you with that" until they shut up long enough for me to explain and then it's usually, "oh..ok yeah, let me see." Bitches.

I don't know how to feel about the hobos downtown, they are for the most part scary, a nuisance, smelly, and undesirable, yet they are destitute, if I should read about them I feel sympathetique, it saddens me to hear that almost 80% of them suffer some sort of mental illness, and I am left with conflicting views. Downtown would certainly be more attractive without them but where else are they going to go? At least they're sort of segregated to that part of the city, and when one hears the horrours of shelters it's no wonder some opt to sleep outside.

I find myself to be an odd person.

And only around 8% of Houstonians voted this week. How this is possible or acceptable escapes my mind.


Sometimes I feel like kicking a pigeon.

it's a load of shite, kicking people in

It sure is.

And also a retelling of a wonderful bus story.

A man, maybe in his forties, from his phenotype he does not look retarded or mentally challenged yet his behaivour is ailing to that of mentally challenged. Here is this white man, easily freckled, short buzz hair cut, ugly pale green fish eyes, thick pink mouth, and a stocky build, jean shorts, and a white t shirt, a black backpack, an analog watch, high white socks and black tennis shoes. Can you see him? He sits in front of me, the bus is well packed, I have room to breathe though, and that's enough. He sits and takes his left shoe off. He smells his shoe, deeply, like you smell the neck of your lover, he pats his foot, he takes his shoe and rips out the insole, he pets it, examines it, and smells it. His face is buried in this sole. My eyes start to see blurry, my face is burning and I feel queasy. He does this for quite some time, on both shoes. Then he rips the little strings out of his insoles, makes them into a ball and drops them on the floor. I grimace in disgust. After his display of obscenity is over, he bends down and picks up the ball and smells it. Deeply, plays with it and drops it again. We arrive to a transit center, he gets up and hangs from the loops on the ceiling, you know the ones you use when you have to stand up? and he swings from one side to the other and sits back again. I ask you this, was it so wrong to take pictures? This man's shame is nonexistent.

Two obese women take the same bus everyday, at eight ten am, number 30 Cullen, one looks relatively young, as fat hides age, she has long fake hair, and a baby boy. The other, is aged, two small children, and that is how they travel everyday. Sometimes I feel the urge to follow them, where do they go? what do they do? do their children play?

A fat woman, with an ass the size of a pickup truck, stumbles to find a seat, the bus driver is crazy and driving like a madman, she nearly sits on me, and all i could see was her giant ass almost landing on me. I have never been more scared, or nearer to vomit.

An old white woman, with fake blond hair, and a criticizing stare, a mean, black stare, looks at everything that happens inside the bus, a hateful look at a woman asking me for directions, she does not see the anxiety of the first bus ride, the nervousness of "how do i get to my transfer?" and the gratitude for a stranger that willingly walks you to the stop, gives you advice on what buses you can take, and wishes you a good day. She sees a middle eastern foreigner, a nuisance that does not let her knit in peace, how can people not know where they're going!?
A true bitch at that.

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I have acne! porque!?!!!!!!!!!

I bought cigs and they carded me.

Soon very soon, I shall indulge in a dry martini, on some hotel overlooking shiny buildings, my face shall get hot and my hands clumsy. and i shall laugh somewhat loudly, but someone that likes the sound of my laughter shall look at me and smile at me. maybe like last time.

I'm in love with seven grain bread.