this aint yer mama's Torah

Probably my favorite thing my jewish american lit prof has said in class ever. Although that class always seems particularly great, following, as it does, on the heels of a long sleep deprived coffee fueled day that begins in advanced spanish grammer at 8am. Guantanamo Bay? somthing like that, yes. getting up when its still dark ought to be illegal. i generally feel like i might just fall over and die all day...my brain all sluggish and slow, my legs weigh fifty pounds each. speaking in english is a challenge at 8am. Spanish? hah! i can barely get presente or aqui when my prof calls roll, so yesterday when we had a test i pulled some miraculous knowledge of adverbial-constructs-referencing-time-requiring-the-subjunctive-when-describing-an-action- that-has-not-yet-occured right out of my ass. i am some kinda fuckin genius and nobody knows because i pull off the pose of late to class most of the time smartass slacker so very well. but its just a clever pose...so, anyway, i have pulled a tunia. deleted my old blog, defeated by the long stretches of time when i just didnt bother posting...the guilt of my readership of two(sometimes three) patiently awaiting word from a bored and disenchanted me. yet i find myself missing the blog at times. some ridiculous thing will happen and i will think, the world needs to know about this. i thought i had given up on it when my blog became this chore that i didnt have time to bother with. but it tugged on me and so here i am again. this time all decked out in rose, to match my hair...having left the comfy setup of my old home for a new one. Just found out im really going to Chile for a year. Maybe thats what prompted this. Im excited and terrified at once. And im going to be needing all the home base i can get. So there you have it. My old blog died twice, the new one lives. like a cat, i have nine times to die.