Friday, June 10, 2011

Where Have All the Crazy People Gone

It has now been three days, maybe four since my interaction with "the Tubester", and, in the absence of my own outrageous behavior, i find i am in need of someone else to make life seem less predictable. What i did not expect is to be cold, and i am most certainly in need of a blanket. Being a utilitarian, i believe these are the moments when a lover is most helpful: "Honey, come hither and wrap thyself around mine own bodice, do remove thine own bodice, for thou art cold." A seemly thing to do, but as long as she did not expect any affection in return, I should find it a most desirable sentiment.

So, i do not wish for anyone to take this seriously, but i was writing a poem about crows and urinating at five in the morning, a most publishable piece, and heard an outcry from the kitchen "jesus cristo, jesus cristo". I, of course, knew that my roommate nick had spent several days in a perpetually building foul mood and had prepared myself for the imminent expulsion, not knowing, however, that i was going to be the brunt of it. I went to the kitchen, determinedly cheerful, and was blamed, quite starkly, of my guilt in steal tomatoes. I of course steal many things: tea bags, bulk pignoli from shop n' save's(which is not proper italian, in italy they art called "pignolo"), the occasional fancy cheese. I do not, though, eat my roommates tomatoes without facing up to it. alas, it was the first time i wanted to fight someone, exciting!!! I did catch myself though and went from the angry faced, fist-clenching, eager-to-fight, aggressor to the puppy-faced and deeply hurt though still righteously angry innocent man. I went to the fridge to discover two things, the first was that my knees were shaking (rather like a dog that is not used to being angry) and second that I could not stand the thought of food. I left, frantically.

This leg trembling thing happens far too often. I am not typically a fan, but i am always happy to have something happen to me that is not completely within my control. I am not hoping to be put into slavery, disemboweled, stabbed or anything (all things that i would "tremble" over) but i should not like confrontation so much.

Today was fantastic, spoke for about an hour with Carli, the grad student, in spanish. Learned the word for hose "manguera". I must call abuela and papá to complete the day.

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