Royale Ana It's like that feeling when you've got something caught in your throat to the point that if you exhale too deeply, you will become stuck on that object and loudly collapse your entire chest cavity in a coughing fit....except caused by something not physically diagnosable. I can't exhale all the way. It came when thinking of how to make a good chance procedure for my styles and forms class and then carried it's way into my reading of the Republic, and now writting is my way of intellectually coughing in hopes of relief.


What to say about life.....I am looking forward to much. For one, I am going out of the country soon to learn about the perils of modern globalization and it's effect on the prideful coffee industry. I don't have enough money to make the downpayment, my passport hasn't arrived yet and I am not vaccinated, but I am determined that all will fall in place. For another, I get to visit Oregon for a brief weekend in February. Normally I am so knee-deep in LMU life that home nearly escapes me aside from the fondness of those I love, but this semester has graciously killed that tradition and I am now on week three of wanting everything I romanticize about home. Isn't that how everything goes? You wish you were somewhere else not because the distant destination is truely better, but rather because you are able to glorify it, romanticize it, and dress it up without being refuted, kind of like a dream. Whatever it is, dream or reality, petting my dog, hugging my mom and kissing my man sounds pretty darn good right now. Lastly, I will be soon recieving my very own copy of the movie Water (a film about the lives of widows in traditional Indian society). Call me a nerd but I think I just orgasmed.

Dino Junior lives on, Georgio survived three weeks of neglect(he's almost forgiven me), and it's finally cold enough here to legitamately argue being able to use the heater. Oh California....

Peace and tranquility to all, especially me. ha.  ¶ 9:22 PM