in that sad, sleep-deprived, procrastinating, end-is-in-sight, just trying to be chill mode, baby.

yes yes.

lots of weirdness happening slowly in this world:

• starting to officially get a little worried about my dissertation, even though I have another year to submit my proposal. Still got waaaaay too many ideas popping around, and waaaaay too many amazing and brilliant mentors suggesting all sorts of different things, and hmm . . .  should I use the research data that’s landed in my lap or go out and do my own thang? i dunno. But mark this. The first time I’m starting to get a little stressed about the dissertation.
• Stupid rockets. Gotta say it, the Jazz played a fine, fine game. And in a 7 game series, the best team always wins. I hate to say it, but 2 days later, and I’m joining the Fire Van Gundy bandwagon. Never thought I’d say it, but Yao and T-mac need a run-n-gun coach. Badly. Sometimes I wish they still made NBA Jam, I’d love to play big head mode with Yao and T-mac, going up against Alonzo Morning and Larry Johnson from Charlotte.
• Tick tick tick. Off to LA this weekend to officially start the wedding planning stuff. Oh yeah. Here we go!
• One paper left to write, and I’m finding it hard, hard, hard to concentrate and just do it. What’s up with me? How’d I get so easily distracted? Or rather, how’d I make it this far when I’m always so easily distracted.
• Notorius. Ready to Die’s been in my car’s CD player for over 3 months now, and I still can’t get enough. Dang, it if ain’t every couple years that I rediscover biggie. And it’s always a nice reminder to know that I’m older that he was when he died.
• Facebook. Suddenly, everyone’s all over facebook. Well, except for you, because you suck.
• I’m just gonna say it. Can I say it? Can I? Okay, here goes: Can we get someone else besides white girls interested in teaching? Please?
• Big summer plans, starting to swing into gear. LA this weekend, NYC for the 2 weekends after that, then school for June, then Indiana, NYC again, then a wedding in Maine followed by camping in Acadia National Park. Whoo-hoo! Soy excited. Kinda wanted to hit Oaxaca this summer, but that’ll have to wait.
• The fatness still creeps in. I don’t even wanna step on the scale anymore, cuz it’s shocking. Shocking the amount of weight I’ve gained in the last year. Yes yes, don’t stare. I am a fattee. Can you believe I ran a marathon just 3 months ago?

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• Listen to me. Listen. You gonna regret this if you don’t listen. You ain’t gonna find real love until you learn to love yourself. That’s the truth, babydoll. Believe it.
• Watching the Wire’s got me suddenly missing B-more. The crack rock, the murders, the aggressive panhandlers, the institutional segregation, the smell of Old Bay, the crab cakes, the humidity, the city devistated by white flight. Ahh . . . good ol’ Baltimore in the summer.
• So who’s running the baby race with me? Huh? I got 4 months til I’m 30, and I still plan on having 2 kids by then. Any challengers?
• Hey, check out this dope passport picture of me from 2002. I think I look pretty slick. Anna sez I look gay gay gay. I told her to stop being stereotyping and insensitive. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, right? But check out how much I’ve aged in 5 years. Wow, wrinkles, spare tire, it’s all falling apart.

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Tuesday, May 8th, 2007 @ 1:53 am jabs
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