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Sometimes I feel the heat of the flames, the cruel tang of battery acid and rubber tires stinging the inside of my nostrils. Sometimes I feel the hair of two dogs under my arms, trying desperately to leap out of my control to establish their control elsewhere because they're scared of 65 mph bright lights in darkness, a dusk in Anaheim on fire. Sometimes I feel utterly alone in entropy, staring at the wreckage of my car.
And then I wake up and realize that was months ago.
Last week, I got eaten alive by a mosquito. I had two bites on my lip, one on my side, one on my neck, one on my forehead, one on my thigh. The two on my lip were the worst; my lips were numb and swelled up to a size that made me very much not want to go to school, particularly because it happened the morning of the first day of two that I was going to be high-profile: giving tours of the GrC department and the Screen Printing lab.
Going to the health center on Friday afternoon was nice, particularly with the doctor saying "You just need to learn to not be so delicious!" Ahhhh, taste me, I'm delicious! But they gave me Allegra, which has helped.
Giving tours of the screen printing lab all day during Open House was fun, but tiring. I swear, I must have given the same spiel maybe 30-40 times. My throat was definitely hoarse by the end of it.
The best part about it, though, was when I was showing the light table we image screens on to a seven year old, and he looked at me and said "What if you were to look straight into the lightbulb when it goes off?"
I look at him, and I say in my most menacing voice: "Your eyes would liquifyyyyeeeee. It would be like a science experiment gone wrong."
I miss telling the youth a bunch of untruth. Particularly teasing my little sister. Definitely miss that.
Hallelujah!!! The car started!!! IT'S ALIVE!!!!
all the problems it used to have are still there, such as not going above 15 mph when I really want it to, which is all the time.
This is my favorite poem right now:
Artichoke by Joe Hutchinson
O heart weighed down by so many wings.
A new quarter begins. This one will be pretty neat, methinks. I walked into my ES X335 class with wonder: it felt like High School again, but with a filipino Mr. Lunsford. "The Filipino/a American Experience" is a seminar oriented, not lecture oriented class, and boy does it feel like sitting down back at Morse, in a very good way.
I'm only taking 13 units this quarter, so it seems like it'll be a bit easier than of late. This seems like a good quarter to get into two different internships. I've already started my first quarter at UGS, the on-campus printing company run entirely by students, and I'm really excited to get an interview pretty soon with Big Images, a wide format printer on Broad St. run by the guy who used to live in my room. If I get the internship, it'll make my day. The guy told Jim he's looking for somebody to learn the ropes so they can eventually be an actual employee. If all goes well, I'll be able to stay in the area after graduation next year, and that sounds swell!
And it rains again. This time, in the city of angels.
Hanging out with Abe for a couple of days has been definite good times... I really felt like I had to get the heck out of Dodge after finals week finished. I was getting... restless and bored.
I'll be arriving back on the Central Coast tomorrow, helping Kristen move back from her victory over the UCLA educational system.