My To Do list is better than yours
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
English 101
If there's anything Group 2 of my 2nd Year Class has learned this semester...
it's chillin' with the homies
Thursday, February 10, 2011
It just feels right.
February 12, 2011, marks my fourth monthiversary living in Thailand. Subsequently, this also means that for the last four months I have been homeless, but not Nathaniel Ayers pre-Downtown, LA-discovery-homeless. Instead, I use this term in reference to being without anything or anyone closely associated with home—LA, Monterey, my inner circle.
It’s not a bad thing.
I’d like to think that a temporary “farewell” or “see ya later” to all that is normal is part of the reason why people travel to begin with. It was for me anyway. There is one thing though: this headfirst dive into US homelessness has confirmed that although survival is possible without the warmth of security blankets, familiarity is certainly comforting. It’s like sticking to “the usual” at your favorite eatery or lying in your bed for the first time after a long weekend of traveling.
It just feels right.
In a lifestyle that has nowhere to go but charge forward, sometimes a tangible piece of home is the battery that keeps the motor running. This time last week, my best friend from college came out for a visit. Her presence was refreshing. AND to laugh uncontrollably for no apparent reason besides “we just get each other ” was exactly what I needed.
Home.
I will admit, though, that the mingling of Thailand and home is amusingly strange. While catching up on the floor cushions of Nap Park, I found myself muting her voice and just staring at her in the most-innocently-amazed kind of way.
She looks like Ellie...and sounds like Ellie.
Ellie’s in Thailand?
Ellie’s in Thailand!!!
a few highlights...
a few highlights...
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| Ellie's first time on a motorcycle... |
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| Bussin to Erawan Waterfalls |
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| The Ellies |
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| Tigers! |
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| Loveeee her |
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| She likes Thailand more... |
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
If I feel like it.
Motivation keeps slipping out on me. Just when I think we’re making progress, he gets up and leaves. This week I planned on getting all the grading done for my second year class. Keyword being: planned. It’s Tuesday and I have yet to start. Eyes on the prize, right? Right! But that prize is a little hard to focus on when most of my body is covered with over 70 mosquito bites.
Did I stutter?
Yes, 70+.
Those d-bags really had their way with me then kicked me to the curb like I didn’t give them the best blood I could. Almost certain that at least one of seventy bites could lead to Malaria or Dengue, the first Monday morning task was: see a dermatologist.
Why is it that waiting in the doctor’s office is so much longer than the actual appointment?
I waited for about 30 minutes post routine procedures—taking blood pressure, weight, and allergies—when the doctor called my name, guided me to a room, looked at my battle wounds, and after 5 minutes was able to come to a conclusion: if I don’t experience random headaches or fever within the next week or so, I SHOULD be fine.
Yeah, reassuring indeed.
On the bright side, she hooked it up with some meds: Elomet* Cream (Mometasone Furoate), Startec (Cetirizine Dihydrocholride 10mg), and eight orange pills that shall remain nameless, not by choice but because, well…I don’t know it’s name nor it’s exact purpose. Wearing her white lab coat, she told me to take two tablets, twice a day. And so I did until they were no more. I’m sure if she told me to turn the dial, upping the electric voltage a person is shocked with, I’d probably do that too. (See: Stanley Milgram).
Anyway, pills got me sleeping like a baby, pushing grade inputting to next week?
If I feel like it.
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