There is this German boy...

1. I can't stop listening to Kesha's "Die Young" 

2. I have had most of Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off (kids are off of school, no service!). I have done very little work, but I have been out and about. Two favorite things from my long weekend. 1. Climbed a mountain to watch the sunset and full moon, we were above the clouds, it was beautiful. A part of it, is that you have to get drunk. SO we got drunk and then hiked down the mountain in the dark, tons of fun, did a nature pee. Then I went to the National Gallery today and there was this really cool exhibit, that showed the artwork from Community Art Project, which provided a space and support for blacks and coloureds to produce art, much of it anti-apartheid (in the community I live in, isn't that weird?). My English professor was one of the people who were thanked on the chat card. She is this woman from India, who studied in Cambridge, we like here, she is so very sassy and crazy, she laughs at her own jokes about the English Language. She also makes us stand in a circle why she shows us pictures from books. She also likes to give me bad grades. 

3. Stop hooking up with Duran, we were making out on the rugby field again last week, and i Realized I was just not into it and I was not going to be into it (i need a top who can fuck me hard, okay!, and I want to be passionate and I just don't feel passionately toward him) So I sat him down and we talked, I felt a little guilty, but you know what, yolo. One thing I have grown to learn, is that honesty is the way of respect and being nice, not being nice to people at the expense of the truth. 

4. My colon health is great. I eat so well here, meaning I eat what I want and as much as I want. I still cant really drink alcohol that well, I get a tummy ache :( 

5. I fucking hate my service site. I love going but I hate it. It's chaos, I felt tired, bored, useless, and upset. Last week, they brought the kids to the computer lab which is under lock and the kids haven't gone for two years and they were like show them what to do Stuart. And the server was down, so we had to sit in there for like two hours, with all the kids trying to get on the computers the whole time! Ahh it was such a mess. Its so bad!!! And then I feel guilty because the girl I work with is trying to change the damn world and getting backpacks from the states for the kids and setting up relationships for donations from schools in the Chicago suburbs, and I just don't know what to do! Hot mess, but I like the kids and I like my teachers, I just get exhausted, it's chaos there and it's hard to handle, and I don't really have a job but to hang out. And I just don't know how to view myself there or view what I am doing, and it's just a mess and a half.

6. I am wearing a baseball cap with the "PGA tour" logo on it. 

Peace,

Stuart 

It's October!

Guten tag,

How is everyone? It's another bleary-eyed Monday heere at Fordham. Today I had an econ quiz, which was exhausting, and another thingy due for film class. Also my other professor just emailed and said our midterm got moved up to this Friday. So on top of 2 presentations and 2 papers left to do and writing for a bunch of class blogs, midterm season is off with a bang. In my head. I think by Friday afternoon I'm going to resemble a rubber Gumby doll or a broken Slinky or some other antiquated toy that can be easily overstretched. That is, a Gumby doll lying on the floor, nursing a pumpkin beer followed by a container of margaritas in a jar. (Sarah's been alcohol shopping at University Grocery lately, which has brought mostly unclassy results. The margarita bottle is labeled "malt liquor product." Oy).
However I did have a nice weekend in Jersey. There was abundant apple-picking and eating and canoodling, and the sex has improved as of late. Plus it was a thrill to see some changing leaves and other cheesy autumnal things that I love. OH AND I WENT TO CRACKER BARREL FOR THE FIRST TIME AND IT WAS DELICIOUS. Right now I can't think of anything significant to feel anxious about in the Chrisabel department, so I'll report back next week with something, I am sure. We're planning a Christmas party at his house (I think I told you guys about this anyway). I have no idea what people eat at real Christmas dinners besides my birthday cake. I like the idea that, years later, he's the one with the Let's Have A Fancy-Dress Christmas Party idea instead of me.

Hm, hm. What else have I done besides sleeping and boozing? School is shaping up to be difficult and stressful as ever. I made it through seven solid hours of sleep last night and woke up early for my 8:30, but being me I fucked it all up again by passing out for three hours after dinner this evening and forgetting to call my mom.
I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge from downtown and up to Union Square in 45 minutes after my lady-doctor appointment last Friday, so at least I haven't slowed my urban hiking pace. If I'm not dead on Friday I want to do some more Brooklynsploring. Also there was this severely schizophrenic dude from the Bronx on the 4 that day who was threatening to stab everyone on the train, then changed his mind and decided anyone who got off at the same stop as him was gonna get slashed. I took my headphones off for a minute and realized everyone in car seemed to be kind of tensed up, since we weren't anywhere near one of the conductors or anything. When he finally left (I thought the stop would never come) not a person moved. It was the first time I've ever been nervous on the subway. Mostly because schizophrenics are the one type of subway cray that actually act on their stupid shit. I think I might not be able to stand living in NY after college. And by that I mean I would consider living in Hoboken.
Also my roommates have been irritating me lately, but it's basically about stupid things that would seem ridiculous to call them out on. They chew loudly and laugh and they talk. I wouldn't notice, probably, but I'm tired as shit and they're in the way of my sitting silently in bed, brooding. I really want my single back. I like having occasional funny conversation, but I have no idea how or why girls outline their entire decision making process aloud (I know, I do it too XD) or need to ask for other people's approval about their outfits or when they should go to dinner. I'm that person in this room who just leaves without telling anyone where they're going and whom, most of the time, the other two don't know is actually there until they slam the bathroom door or something. In essence, I'm just going to spend more time in the library rather than worry about my nebbishy refusal to talk to perfectly nice people.
okay, I've been rambling for an hour. Must go werk. Or something.

Love you all,

Isabel