This actually happened.

On one of my many "let's see if this bus will take me where I need to go" adventures last week, I was witness to what is thus far the Craziest Fucking Thing that has happened while I was on a bus. There is a lot of competition for this title, so I take it very seriously. I was attempting to take the 48 after taking the 44, but oops, the road that the 48 goes on was under construction, so I was wandering a little aimlessly until I saw a major intersection where I thought surely there would be a bus stop. There was! There was also a man being frisked over the hood of a police car in front of what I can only assume is one of those Chinese Buffet/titty bar/prostitution fronts that Seattle is known for. So I get on the bus, trying to figure out if this will indeed take me where I need to go, when I realize that the man sitting across from me is apparently blind and trying to reach across the aisle and touch me because I smell good. No, really. This is what is happening! He is blindly groping through the air in my general direction because he says that "someone smells good." Christ. The one day I shower AND put on deoderant, this is what happens. He gets pretty darn close to touching me so I politely ask him not to. Fast forward to the next bus stop when a blind woman gets on the bus and through some cruel twist of fate sits down next to the groping blind man. She appears to be a professional woman in her 40s, he appears to be mentally ill and in his 30s. She has an actual cane, he has some sort of stick he has fashioned into a cane. He proceeds to tell her about his "blindness" which is not actually blindness (seeing as when she asked where he lived he gestured to the neighborhood we were in which HE COULDN'T EVEN SEE), but I'm not sure that this woman realizes that because SHE IS TRULY BLIND. I am watching all of this with some sort of horror/amusement combination. And then I missed my stop.

What grad school does to people

So I just got an invitation to go see a movie that included the title of the movie, name of the producer, location of theater, link to a trailer for the movie, and link to other theaters and their schedules in case I want to see a different movie. Apparently going to see a movie=dissertation proposal. Ha!

In other news, I have been invited to join an indoor soccer team. The team name is "kegs for legs" so I think me and my giant thighs should fit right in. However, I think they actually asked me to play not because of my athletic prowess, but rather because the team likes to go to trivia night at a pub after the games but no one on the team is from the US. I have a feeling they may be a little disappointed...

As you can see, my social life is really looking up(ish). That said, classes were cancelled today and I didn't get dressed or leave my apartment at 8pm and I only left to go buy wine. Don't be jealous.

A poem and a tweet.

Good afternoon, comrades. I greet you heartily after completing some much-needed empirical research in pursuit of the perfect bloody mary. I found a good one, but it was far too expensive to achieve my research goals.

In other EXCITING news, in an effort to be more disconnected from human beings and more connected to people who exist only in the internet, I have started tweeting. Which sounds vaguely dirty. You can find my fictional(ish) 140 character ramblings here: @DoloresCosmo. Dolores Cosmo is my witness protection name. Don't tell.

But to counter my increasing obsession with the internet/impersonal interaction, I have also challenged myself to write one poem every day. Some of these I translate into Spanish, too. I've been having a hard time coming up with titles, so I just call them "Today #___" So far, I'm up to "Today #7."

Today #2

In my small apartment
I set two chairs at
the kitchen table. I
thought that one looked
too lonely. So now
there are two chairs:
one for me
and
one for my loneliness.

Hoy #2

En mi pequeno apartamento
Puse dos sillas
a la mesa. Pense
que tener solo una
parece solitario.
Pues ahora hay dos sillas:
una para mi
y
una para mi soledad.

Year 1, Quarter 2: BRING. IT.

So...Yours Truly is taking 17 credits this quarter!!! And all 17 of those are guaranteed to make me look/sound smarter. Yeeeeah. All of my sociologists would be proud to know that I am taking Sociology of Education, Education for Liberation and Postmodern Analysis of Qualitative Research. Oh, and a special class called, "Drinking Through the Pain."

My apologies for the resolutions-related suspense, I have so much to tell you!
First, the December challenge has become the "I swear to god this shit starts tomorrow challenge." No, really, tomorrow! I promise! And, I guess you could say the push-ups got easier...BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO THEM! HA!

I made a list of immediate resolutions:
1) Shower
2) Clean out the closet
3) Buy groceries

I am pleased to announce that I have kept all of those.

I also made a list of resolutions that will either take me the full year to complete, or are something that I should think about for at least the rest of the year. I made the mistake of leaving the list on my parents' dining room table, so a couple of family members added to it. I'll let you surmise which ones those are (HINT: 6 and 7).
1) Do pull-up(s)
2) Ride bicycle in Seattle
3) Volunteer somewhere
4) Run a marathon (I'm thinking about Newport in June if anyone wants to join me/cheer for me/drink beer afterwards with me)
5) Visit the east coast
6) Call mom every two days
7) Read the bible.
8) Be good to myself/make decisions that are in my best interest.
9) Be balanced. Be centered. Be tranquil. Be calm.
10) Date a professional athlete. (But I'll settle for a Mariner or a Seahawk. HA!)

I wish all of you the very, very best in this year. Holler at your girl.