you know you've been in the DR too long when...

the "people you may know" on facebook all have latin-sounding names

(sub)text

i have very little excuse for this type of behavior. i've been coming home from work at 4 every day just to sit down and work for several more hours. i've been having night terrors about not having printed the correct alternative schedules for a couple of 7th graders. i've been using my personally paid-for, nonsense smartphone almost exclusively for school business, all the while neglecting to call my mother.

but today, when i left school early due to an unwelcome amoebic flareup from hell not feeling well, i came home and fell asleep for 3 hours. upon waking, i set out to working, opened my computer, AND

watched 3 episodes of "rizzoli & isles"


this is no doubt one of the most embarrassing admissions i've ever made, but i make it in order to lead into a stunning conclusion:

i find straight people hard to believe
and hard to watch

when i started this blog post, i thought there would be some deep musings on such a suggestion. looking over it now, though, i think that's all i had to say.

why have i not seen flamingos yet?

nine months. this is inexcusable.

"most of my dominican contacts are taxi drivers"

ashley and i are having a bbq on saturday for our birthdays and decided to make a facebook invite.

we have no friends here.

at least we have each other... suicide pact?

"this school is the black hole where careers go to die"

... or ambition, at least

"Abraham Lincoln was great not because he was born in a cabin but because he got out of it"

dime quienes son tus amigos y te diré quien eres

running with tacos was what i thought would be a valiant effort at a new style of blogging, but it was marred by one fatal flaw: who the fuck do i think i am saying i'm going to start running? plus, i got a haircut a few weeks back, so time's gonna start passing again and my hair (now split-end-free) is gonna grow. i'm baaaaaaaaack.

i went for a swim this morning, something i'd like to do more often. a reasonable goal, since swimming makes neither the fat on my legs jiggle (that i can notice) nor my lungs feel like they're going to explode. quitting smoking hasn't worked out as well as i would have liked it to.

6 laps into my swim, i noticed a bee flailing about in the water. he clearly took to swimming the way i took to running. a year ago, i would have saved his ass without a second thought. this morning, though, i hesitated. his wings were already wet, i had no idea how long he had been struggling there, maybe he was too far gone.

meh, he at least deserved a chance.

one big leaf and a stoic rescue later, he starting walking around on the sun-soaked pavement. i could return to my morning swim knowing mr. bee was going to live to see another day!

but wait

why did he insist on flailing in the water if he was just gonna jump right back in?