Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Lady Saw: Nah Mix Nah Mingle

I can't get enough of this song. Long live Dancehall!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Woke up, got out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head.
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream

School's a-started again. I feel that my favorite classes will be Dante(hooray, medievalist prof!), and French.
Leaky roof is fixed, but now the heater is broke. Any colder the pipes will freeze and the birds will die. Book prices are killing me. I'm going to try to get them one at a time, when I can afford them, and use in the mean time.

Boyfriend came and left, now moving from Seattle to DC. I liked Seattle better, but what can you do? Maybe DC isn't as bad as I remember.

Classes are messing up my Monday morning ritual of the bank and library. Guess I just have to get up earlier now. Less time spent with my roommates the better. I hope I make some friends soon.

Friday, January 16, 2009


Sitting on the couch. Stealing internet. Drinking sissy beer.

Minus 25 degrees with wind chill. Which is about minus 29 for all you Canucks reading this.

Too cold to walk to the library. Need more books.

Avoiding looking at the UWM homepage. Too afraid of seeing how little aid I get.

Boyfriend arrives in Milwaukee tomorrow. Yay, sex!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Beatnik Hamlet

Errand Day

I love running errands. They're so therapeutic. Walking to the bank and then across the street to the library. I took the long way home, walking to the water tower, gawking at the gorgeous old mansions. I remembered a place that I saw as a kid, a window with an art display in it. My dad would always scoff when we past it, because he knew the guy and thought he was a prick. I found the building, but the display was gone. The man probably was priced out of the nieghborhood. We're all in danger of getting priced out, or our apartments being razed to make room for condos.

There's something so sad and intimate about laundramats. This is where you bring each piece of soiled clothing, bearing a story of what you did when you wore it: the chocolate stain from when you shared a candybar with your little sister, the shirt you wore when you first made out with your boyfriend, the unmentionables that were softly caressed then ripped aside. The memories go through your mind as you toss them into the machine, knowing that everyone else is washing away their garments' stories too. This laudramat has wood panelling, a fortress wall of not quite salmon, not quite orange dryers. The clothes hypnotically spin about, the colors getting brighter as they dry.

The snow is blowing, making it difficult to schlepp the laundry back and forth from my apartment. It is as light out at night as it was during the day.

Friday, January 02, 2009

I am a lonely woman. Milwaukee is a lonely place.