God, I love San Antonio.
I had forgotten how much I missed it. I remembered when I drove down 281 tonight listening to "latin hip hop," whatever the hell that is. When Spanish is rapped, I can actually understand some of it, so it makes me feel good about myself. Why do I never listen to the radio when I'm in Chicago? Does the radio suck there, or do I just not have time?
Today I mostly worked on my stupid paper, but I took out a couple of hours to meet Dr. Levi and Dr. McDonald along with some of my old archaeology friends at Mad Hatters for brunch. I love those people. They make me giddy.
I met Rachel (my best friend), her little bro and Bob at Earl Abel's just now for pie. It was great hanging out with them. We cut it short (two hours) because I have to go back to work...now.
I love San Antonio because I can smile at everyone here and not worry about being taken advantage of. And I love not feeling stupid. I'm different here. I talk about myself. I tell stories. I make contributions to conversations. In Chicago, I'm a frightened little puppy. Maybe it's just a matter of confidence. I need to just pretend to be confident at U of C even though I'm not.
At the moment, I'm insanely infatuated with Pierre Bourdieu. I could hump Outline of a Theory of Practice, I love it so much.
I had forgotten how much I missed it. I remembered when I drove down 281 tonight listening to "latin hip hop," whatever the hell that is. When Spanish is rapped, I can actually understand some of it, so it makes me feel good about myself. Why do I never listen to the radio when I'm in Chicago? Does the radio suck there, or do I just not have time?
Today I mostly worked on my stupid paper, but I took out a couple of hours to meet Dr. Levi and Dr. McDonald along with some of my old archaeology friends at Mad Hatters for brunch. I love those people. They make me giddy.
I met Rachel (my best friend), her little bro and Bob at Earl Abel's just now for pie. It was great hanging out with them. We cut it short (two hours) because I have to go back to work...now.
I love San Antonio because I can smile at everyone here and not worry about being taken advantage of. And I love not feeling stupid. I'm different here. I talk about myself. I tell stories. I make contributions to conversations. In Chicago, I'm a frightened little puppy. Maybe it's just a matter of confidence. I need to just pretend to be confident at U of C even though I'm not.
At the moment, I'm insanely infatuated with Pierre Bourdieu. I could hump Outline of a Theory of Practice, I love it so much.
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aeon49802:
you need to model for my site asap. don't worry, no nudity required...just rounding up unique girls and boys for fun photosets!
nuklhead:
1604, loud classic rock, muscle car, sourdough Jack from Jack in the crack, 2 bean & cheese tacos from taco cabana, and a 6 pack of lone star doin' 120mph. all the way to my place off San Pedro by SACC........ I miss San Anton sometimes too. 