vidas secas = totally boring
No ripped Brazilians. The movie was slow and painstaking. The hard part about taking a foreign film class, is when it's boring, you can't shut your eyes because then you can't read the subtitles. What to do. What to do?

And then I ran into Jess Braiker at college. I saw her sometime during my first year at SLCC when when we were playing a show as "Normandy" at the Union at the U. (This during the RockU days, when music was fun but everything else was really going horribly wrong wrong wrong.) So that was pretty much two years ago. She is thin, and very, very chill. Like, she really is a hippie.
I pretended to be a hippie when we were best friends. And I mean, I did a pretty good job what with the recycling, the tie-dye, glasses...so on and so fourth. But she has really carried this thing full-term. She's legit. And I grew up to be a....German. A regular one. Becoming more and more conservative, probably. But she kept saying, 4 years ago this, and 4 years ago that. And it's really been 4 years? I am starting to feel old. Dang it. I still feel 16 almost everyday.
To be continued.

I just finished a little hot tub therapy with "expired" Naked Orange-Mango Juice from the Bucks and I am in repose. Til 5am.

Gute Nacht.

"I think I am getting love, Rachel."
"You are falling in love?"
"Yes. I am getting in love."
-Ana (my Brazilian coworker) to me

Ana is the single mother of three children, one of whom is as old as I am. We often eat together, and even though she is twice my age, we get along really well. I'll miss her, if I go.
Huh.

I sat next to Ed in this beautiful room with windows, and thought about how my clothes were all wrong, though I did fit in quite nicely with all the other nerdy journalists, and I stared at my plate. I had two sandwiches, an excessively large cookie, and "healthy" cheetos (as if there is a such thing. they just hold off on the cheese, so they are not really cheetos). I realized that it was all going down hill, and that I could only understand half of what Ed was saying, because he is Brazilian. But I did catch the part where he told me that he moved here when he was 4, so I didn't really understand why I couldn't understand him. I didn't really want to be hanging out with him. I wanted Will, as crazy as Will is, to come over and talk to me. He could bring Darth Vader with him, even, and I wouldn't mind. I wanted to hear his stories about his head wounds from wrestling, and try to understand why he was into pro-wrestling even though it was fake.
Ed told me he was "white-washed", and that he was just stupid, so I nodded and/or shook my head, and ate my food. I watched him put about 18 free cans of Sprite in his back pack, as he told me, "What are they going to say? 'You can't take that much free pop'?" and I had to agree with him. He gave me his offending cheetos because they were 'taking up too much room'.

I guess it was a pretty nice day. But I hate riding a bus when I have a headache. I'd rather gargle bees and then saw my arm off.