Revolution of the Mind

I'm sorry I haven't written.  Also, I'm sad because the sign says:
From 1846 to 1848, the United States fought Mexico to acquire land stretching
from Texas to the Pacific Ocean.

Hey y'all...its been a while. Since what Tuesday? Ahhh.... okay well. Time for updates no?

Okay:

Wednesday:

At the Mosque.That's me in the front. I thought I looked pretty shnazzy!

Wednesday was a long day. I woke up at 6:30 and ran. The world will end, yes you are right, because I worked out. I could hardly believe it myself.  Showered, got ready for class and let me tell ya, it was a full day of class! We went to the International Institute of Islamic Thought, and to a Mosque. Very good day. Then on the ride back, the driver's sons accompanied us and we all sang songs (MJ, Tiao Cruz, Drake...) and that was the most fun part of the day! Then I rushed back and got ready to celebrate Mexico's Independence!! The fiesta was put on by the Mexican Embassy. That was fun! Amalee and I got ready went to eat at Popeye's and went to the Kennedy Center for the free festival. Niiiiice! I met up with my friend Daniel (from here on out just known as Z) and watched Oxomatli perform! That was cool. I recommend the band! In fact, here, I will be nice and put a link to them. They performed this song and I really liked it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0K__gg1TTw



Good. After that, I went to a club that was the official after party for the fiesta.  That was quite cool. Mariachi was awesome and I was dancing like a crazy person with Maria. Viva Mexico! I couldn't believe I was at a club celebrating el grito while my mother and father where in MEXICO actually partying. Sigh. Then they played Bronco and I sat down cuz I got kicked. And then this guy comes up to me out of the blue and starts talking to me and asks me out on a date and says he likes me.  And then forgets my name.  Fail. Epically. 


Anyway, then we take a cab back and the price starts going up and up and then I say, kay, well we can walk. And we do. Walk. For an hour. 1.8 miles....fuuun. I'm glad I didn't wear heels.  But I got a flag so that's groovy. Then go to sleep. 


Thursday:

Thursday was a good day. Very goooood. Class was only two hours long and then I got my ID situation fixed.  Someone had had my same ID number and was using my eaglebucks. so I am getting a lot of points credited back to my account! Yessssss! and I didnt have to pay the 15 bucks for losing my ID. yee. Then I met Z at the Library of Congress and i loved it. The Jefferson Building is awesome. I am such a nerd.  The creation of the Declaration and Constitution was amazing. And it was a difficult journey but hey look at the nation now! (I get super patriotic at times when I don't think about how the nation is messing things up abroad.)  Then I saw Jefferson's library and I felt kinda like Belle in Beauty and the Beast. I only say Kinda because its not a full library, but its still an impressive collection of books. 


I bought a lanyard and two pencils that say: I cannot live without books ~ Thomas Jefferson

I will remind her of my
gawking at her when I
am President.

Ahhhhhh so good! Then Z and I ate very green place with killer salads. I so recommend. Once I remember the name of the restaurant.  Then we were walking for a bit and we passed the United States Supreme Court and are talking about squirrels when Z says a derivative of "Oh my gosh, look at who that is!" and I look at the retreating figure of a woman wearing a blue blazer and black pants and we are kinda staring in awe. Well Z and the cab driver across the street from us were staring and I was kinda gawking in confusion.  I am then informed that the person that I am watching cross the street towards the supreme court is in fact Elena Kagan. I'm like okay, well thats great. I think I'm positive of who that is, but I don't want to look stupid (so Z, if I had a delayed reaction, I'm being honest and telling you why).  Then its revealed that it is in fact recently appointed Supreme Court Justice, Elena Kagan, fourth woman to ever be on the Supreme Court. Sooooo that means I saw someone whose decisions I will be reading about in school very soon.  We didn't rush up to her and pepper her with questions, in fact I think she heard us talk about squirrels.  The taxi driver honks at us and with a huge smile says "Only in America!!" So true. Oh America, famous people just cross your streets without understanding the effects that such a spotting will have on the plebeians like me. When I become President, she will most likely still be in office and I will tell her that one time I saw her J-walking (we had just J-walked ourselves) and proclaimed right then and there with Z that we would say we saw her once. Not too stalker sounding right? 

Library of Congress. My Love.

Anywhooo, after that I said I was going to update my blog, I didn't because i realized that I needed to do homework. You know, since high school I have always had the best intentions of doing my homework on time.  But it always fails. I lack the necessary motivation to do things before they are due, rather, I do assignments before they are due, just RIGHT before they are due. I wonder if that is common? Did Barack Obama procrastinate? Well, I had every intention of doing my work and then I started talking to my roommates, going on YouTube, eating and then I realize that its midnight. Hmmm. Then Lily tells me that she always works better in the morning, and I start rationalizing, well shoot. I probably work better in the morning too! [side note: I work better at night before I get sleepy, and in the morning I get sleepy too, unless it is absolutely urgent. I'm just a sleeper when it comes to doing homework, I spend my energy socializing... even if its on YouTube...] Sooo I go to sleep. 


Friday:


I wake up at 7:30, literally roll out of bed and turn on my computer and make 6 pages of notes on what I am supposed to be writing a summary on to turn in later that day. Then (its 42 pages of summary) I have to take a shower because I am absolutely disgusting and that just takes time away. There should be an invention where you step in a tube-like thing and you are instantly clean.  So that the working people don't have to spend time on washing long hair or shaving hairy legs, etc. That's just annoying because I have work to do! But heaven forbid if a woman goes to class and doesn't look her best, or doesn't have makeup on! But then I shouldn't care what people say should I? Ah, there you have it, my own demons coming out to haunt me. 


Class was brief, then I finished my homework, found a very stupid reason to be depressed and went to eat lunch and I had a piece of carrot cake to drown my sorrows. Then I went to class, participated in a discussion and did the one thing that I have never done in my life during class: laughed so hard that I almost had to get up and leave. The discussion was veering from the topic so Jess and I were writing to eachother about relevant stuff about the class. Then, she towards the end, she decided to be funny. And funny she was.  She practically wrote a little essay and when I read it, I could only read the first line because I had no control over my laughter.  I literally covered my mouth and looked down and tried not to laugh out loud while my professor was explaining how he grew up.  My shoulders were shaking and even looking at Jess was a painful experience because I would think about what she wrote (something about Chihuahuas) and just die of laughter.  Thank goodness that class ended shortly after and I was able to read the rest. Ahhh, theres nothing better than a good joke to make you laugh.  As I read once: Laughter is a vacation. 


Thennnnnnnnnnnn I talked to Jess and Lauren for a good hour, went to Guapos to eat. I had three tacos al carbon and they were good. Mother dearest. I miss your food. So please when I come home, PLEASE have some food ready for me. Preferably real enchiladas or even better: TAMALES. shoot, i could really go for some home cooked food. Not that eating at Tenley Cafe for the past month and a day (wow its been that long!???) hasn't been good.   Anyway, I decide to be spontaneous. I go out to various bars with Germans and Norwegians, and Danes.  There's only one other American, so that experience was quite something! Partying with Europeans, definitely have to do it again and space out drinks. oh well, i'm chalking that night up to experience too. That way you learn, right? Thank you George Lopez.  Sleep comes easily that night too.


Saturday: 

The group: Ian, Jess, Barna, Bob, Lauren, Amalee and Soon.
Photography: Lupe.

Saturday was fun because as planned in class on Friday, I went with a few classmates and friends to the American History Museum!! FUN. Except that morning I woke up with a scratchy throat and when I woke up and as our daily ritual demands, swapped stories of the night with Amalee, found out that my voice was no longer up to the challenge of keeping up with me. Amalee says I have a Barry Manilow voice. Marc says I sound like an old witch. My dear mother just says I sound terrible. Thanks y'all.  


Waiting for the metro is never fun, so I decided to take pictures for entertainment. Enjoy. 

This is how I feel about such
things...if you don't
know what I am mocking then
ask me.

We are all Broncos trying to
write: SCU! 

Anyway, the museum was entertaining, and I must go back to visit the rest of the stuff.  The section about the American flag almost made me cry... like I said, I can get quite patriotic.  


The war section was quite astounding, as many of you know, I enjoy reading and learning about wars and why they happen.  The pop culture part was groovy too. But the part that almost got me teary too was the section with all the dresses the First Ladies have ever worn.  Quite the collection! I was separated  from a dress that Dolly Madison wore by a piece of glass less than two inches thick. Jess asked me this: "Your husband is going to have to have a very nice tux in order to be put in here." After a bit of bafflement, the statement sunk in. Haha, imagine, a hall that is dedicated to what the FIRST GENTLEMAN will wear to their wive's inaugural parties. While I enjoyed seeing the collection, it sunk in once again quite prominently that America is still super backwards in its inability to trust women with the highest seat in government.  I was indignant because for two hundred years, 44 women have been the First Ladies, and not once THE LADY. Madame President.  Never.  Hardened my resolve to change that.  I want there to be a hall devoted to the suits the gentlemen wear, and by golly, these suits better be as snazzy (Mark V. I miss you and your snazzy comments, how is SCCAP going?) looking as the women's dresses have been.  

The most diverse master-slave dichotomy
that has ever been photographed.

C-3PO Human Cyborg Relations. Love. 

Then, we ate 5 Guys...oh dang, so good. But we all got food coma after and left a bit later. I napped. For three hours. Woke up, took a walk. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said: "It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."

Sums up our friendship. 

After the walk, I hung out with Amalee and Brett for a bit, and then watched Letters to Juliet. That was cute. Makes me want to marry a British guy! Haha. Anyway. I must do something productive. I just spent the last hour and a half doing laundry and updating this blog, so memo to me: dont wait. Entertain yourself with how I looked yesterday. I still cannot speak, my voice is still horrible and at church today I couldnt even whisper the responses.  Memo #2 to me: Lupe, in 10-15 years when you start producing heirs, you should name one of the seven Grace (I need help in trying to Latinafy it, Graciela just doesn't cut it). Okay byyyeeee. 





P.s. That orange shirt is a Jagermeister  shirt.  OHHHHh.
P.s.s. In the old days, when people would write, the s's would look like fs. So, a word like Pennsylvania would look like: Pennfylvania.  hahahaha. I will ftart fubftituting my s for f to be more like my hero, James Madison. haha. okay really.


peace.