she's a maneater

watch out boys, she's chew you up.

i'm still hesitant about bringing home the rabbit. it is difficult trying to determine how much time i will have, how often i will be home, and how much money i can put aside to care for him. the ones at the shelter have been there for months, and i'm not really concerned about any of them getting adopted in the meantime. I think  my schedule is going to be extremely hectic until fall quarter, if not until Thanksgiving. then it becomes an issue of what to do if i go home for the entire break. weighing options is difficult now. im in such a tight fiscal crunch, with no outlet. with the job market dwindling, and physical drop offsof the resumes required i'm forced to spend a great deal of my time searching and traveling to even apply for the jobs. i think at times i spend more time doing this than doing my work for school.

for now i have free pets. Crayfish for example. and fungi, and slime molds. 

DIS/LiKe

DIS:

• people who run with limp wrists. my soccer coaches would have put me up for 3 full field suicides for T REX arms. your arms act as a visceral piston, forcing air and blood to your lungs and heart. use them. 
• dogs in rain coats. you might as well put your cat on a leash while you're at it
•  lame, mean, ignorant, and rude people should not be employed. there are nice, smiling, courteous people who would like your job. 
• not being able to see the sunrise (or any light) from my lack of a view. jenkey courtyard versus streetview window. lose/lose. 

LIKE:

• sweating. the liquid of accomplishment. 
• bikes. they go the distance. transportation, exercise, load hauling. just wish mine was more practical and not as heavy
• hummus. best version of ground chickpeas ever.
• the sound of birds after the rain stops. its always more pronounced after the long silence of rain.
• my developing music taste. its spanning genres and crossing gaps like synapses in a norepinephrine mine field. converge to dmb to sts9 to the slackers to miles davis to angela hewitt.  

Sunsets on a single soul

today was a day for picnic baskets filled with cheese, crackers, and fruits, petite sandwiches with the crusts delicately removed. glasses of wine that sat precariously on the grass, wicker baskets that sat sturdily on checkerboard linen, and lovers, friends, companions holding hands, fondly gazing, and gently kissing in the warm sunlight under the shadowy petals of cherry blossom trees. 

today was a day for me to solemnly watch as people kindled bonds and developed their relationships as I walked down the crooked brick steps towards the concrete overpass. carrying my bag, an empty coffee cup, and a half filled hope that someone might be waiting for me on the other side of the steps.