pipistrellafelix | freedom tastes like chocolate ice cream (Reply)

Well, I'm done with fall quarter, done with finals, done with my paper for Dr. E. I don't like it. I don't like it because I know that given a couple more days, a couple thousand more words on the limit, and the chance for a good long chat with her, I could have written a truly kickass paper. As it stands this paper is more of a vague shuffle in the direction of someone's ass and then running away. It's all right, I suppose. I just don't like it. So essentially Erin & I reached the fuck-it threshold a little while ago, & I edited it & emailed it in, & she's finishing her citations, & we're listening to Eddie Izzard because we can. So while the end of this quarter feels a little anticlimactic, I'm glad to be done.

I'm thriled for tomorrow--for this whole weekend in fact, for a great variety of reasons. Among those I am happy that Vava (Ki's daughter) asked for me to come babysit her; apparently she picks her babysitters from among Ki's students & it makes me fuzzily pleased that she chose me. It's sort of a capstone to this whole finding-a-theater-family thing that really happened this quarter. Last spring was finding my family--my Cozy, Andrew, Andy, Anne, Matt. This quarter that exploded into the entire theater department and beyond, & I found this insane feeling of casually loving acceptance, which is what I crave more than fame or notoriety or passion from people--I want to feel like I belong. But not just anywhere (hello, elementary school), I'm over that; I want to belong among a group of people that...I want to belong to. I can't make it any more clear or concise than that. Except I think I found it. & I am pleased.

Now I'm going to do some cleaning (hey, filing all these historical articles!) and listening to Eddie, & tomorrow I am not setting my alarm. Go winter break!