Things That Happened

I woke up and Katy had written me the following in a very enthusiastic email:
“I saw a dead Tasmanian Devil on the side of the road. A crow was eating it.
Not a joke.”

Last night I went to a fancy dress-up party. Everybody looked great, even the people who made a mockery of the dress-up policy and came in bluejeans looked great. We are certainly a great-looking bunch of scholars, I can tell you that much right now. I was dressed like a drunk 50’s housewife who is trying to seduce the plumber, who actually finds her kind of frightening. Some of the boys were in suits. I love when boys wear suits. We have got to get Gary a suit, so I can grab him and we can go out jitterbugging.

This morning I talked at great length to Laurel, who told me that Katy called her and told her a story about how Darren was driving the van at night and suddenly he turned sharply and threw on the brights and there was a herd of kangaroos running, and Darren yelled:
“AMERICANS!!! DIG THE ‘ROOS!”

A baby kangaroo is called a “Joey.” There’s probably not a more amazing baby animal name in the world, but if there is I’d like to hear it.

My little Joey was sunning himself on the porch like a great gila monster. He had his arms up above his head resting on the higher ledge, and his haunches splayed open to the sun like some sort of weird polar bear. Later I looked out and he was working out in his gym, doing some reps to burn out his lats. His ears were back in a ponytail and then he looked at me.
And then the baby looked at me.

Almost done with these midterms. Then I’ll do some cool reading, and then Laurel and I are going out for chinese food. I’m way over my budget for the month but somehow I am just ignoring this fact. I am stupid, because next month’s paycheck is going to have $500 taken out of it to pay back the loan I had to get 2 months ago when they used my stipend money to pay my registration fees, something that apparently happens every year and totally ruins everybody’s financial life.

Bird has been a nice friend lately, not a shitty friend like usually. He wedged himself under my armpit and put his back feet in my neck, and stayed like that all night. It was a warm little man in my bed, purring and feeling good about himself. This was comforting when I woke up in the night feeling afraid. Fat old dirty crab in my bed.

Yesterday Andrea and I went on a beautiful hike up into Topanga canyon or something. We saw a dog with a cone around his head and we laughed at the dog and the owners of the dog laughed too and the dog heard us all laughing and the dog was shamed and let his tail drag on the ground. We went very fast up the hill and then sat and watched the fog clear over the ocean for awhile and ate apples. Then we went back down and drove home listening to Handel. It was quite something.

-coffee
-macramé owls
-piles of paper
-backlog of stuff to be filed
-cool Chicago album
-barrettes
-Stella
-wishing somebody would make me waffles