Working on It

So this week was tougher than I anticipated. I'm nearing the one month stage of total solidarity....this Friday marks that point. But a huge part of my problem was not keeping myself occupied somehow, anyhow, in a meaningful kind of way. Plus, there were people I was chatting with online that kept wanting details. In any respect, it's caused me a lot of thought that I haven't wanted to deal with.

At the same time, this weekend, I was gripped with the desire to go out with anyone. Unfortunately, I don't have friends who have the liberty of dropping everything and just doing something with me, so I've had to content myself with working on history. I'm working really hard on getting super-advanced in my Mexico class so that I can finally focus on ancient. I have a LOT of my sources for ancient history just sitting on my desk waiting for me to peruse them.

However, I have about 88 pages left of revolutionary women in postrevolutionary Mexico to read, a book review to write, and then on top of that, next week's reading and book review to start on. It could be worse, because I barely finished reading my assignments for last week by this time and I hadn't started writing my essay yet.

I don't really know what I'm going to do when my semester is over, because I won't have the constant stress of school to worry about. I may go back to my languages. It's something to do, you know?

I've also had the strong desire to just go somewhere new. I was looking at last minute ticket prices, but the problem is that I'd have to fly someplace and basically turn around. I may spend next weekend up in Denver, depending on how far ahead I advance in my school work throughout the week.

I am really enjoying my progress in Irish dance. St. Patty's day has sort of prompted them to teach me more and more including more advanced reels, hard-toe techniques, and elements of my first jig. It's definitely my life saver when things have been shitty. Part of the problem is that I can't just go dance downstairs at night when things are tough, because my dad is asleep down there. This prompts more of my moving out desires, because I can find other spaces.

Speaking of which, I haven't heard a damn thing yet on how all of this is supposed to work. I'll probably hear like three days before I'm supposed to move (it always works like that).

I have been much desirous to do something else different. Restlessness has infected me.