according to the goal I set for my writing class, in a year from now I should have a notebook filled with short stories. now that it's out there I can't ignore it so when I look back - which I sometimes do - I will see this post and be reminded about it.
can't run away from it, can't hide from it. but that's the whole point :)
I'll do my best to fulfill that goal and just one day into it I've already started writing on a half-decent idea.
but I guess we'll see...

stupid expensive tickets. I can't afford to pay $50 for crappy seats when Paramore isn't even the main band playing.
stupid expensive tickets.

I want to stay longer.
Paramore is playing in Seattle on July 17th and I'm dying to go. the one problem is that I'm not sure if my host family are staying here that long. they might be in Pennsylvania at that point which would suck.
but I don't care. I'm gonna get my ticket and will cross my fingers that they will stay that long and if not then I'll figure something out. depending on how long it is. two days or three weeks. I'll either go home or maybe I can stay on someones floor for that time.
I don't know how it will work but I really badly want to go to that concert even if it means getting home a month later than I planned.

I hope you guys can forgive me and my egotistical ways...

I just finished reading Briar Rose by Jane Yolen, and oh my was that a powerful book.
it combined Sleeping Beauty with the Second World War in quite an amazing way. but as good as the book was parts of me wish I had waited and not read it while waiting for the kiddos at their school (which is my main reading time). when it came to the second half of the story, where they got into the Holocaust and everything that happened there, reading that bit by the playground felt a bit surreal. I was stuck in two different times and emotions at once, and those two were as far apart from each other as anything could ever be.

I know we should never ever be allowed to forget what happened, but reading the book brought me right back to the fieldtrip to Berlin and the concentration camp. and that in turn brought back the same feeling I had walking around there. a huge lump resides in my stomach and I don’t have much hope for the human kind when we prove time and time again that we can do these unspeakable evils. I wish someone could tell me that this is just temporary, that humans will evolve enough to never do the same mistakes again and I wish I could believe that.

maybe life is like they say in the book “It ends happily, you know, even though it’s awfully sad along the way.”

yesterday I had the Jeet Kune Du class again. and as awesome that it was last week, this time I was a bit grossed out.

why you might wonder.
this week I learned how to knee someone. apparently you’re supposed to - and I quote my teacher - “aim to go through the abdominal soft tissue right to the spine”
how gross is that??
the good thing is that now I know how to really knee someone :)
after that part we got the knives.
let me repeat that:

knives.

I guess sticks aren’t threatening enough…
so we learned how to gut someone, which might be a good thing to know if I ever get into a street fight - but I still think that running might be the best option.

and a fun fact: the reason for long knives with a wavy blade is that you only have to cut once to get to the bone instead of sawing back and forth. bet you didn’t know that before. well neither did I...

but the best part of the class was the hot Asian guy.
he was grouped with Aimee and me during the kneeing part and he was funny, sweet and totally hot. at the end of class we were both drooling...

next week's mission is to find out his name.