postcard. just one of the many.

I am in love with you, Emmalie Mariah Calvillo. There is no doubt in my mind that this is what is supposed to be...I am praying for you every moment. You have this wonderful talent of making me want to be extraordinary, to learn to love you in the most ideal way. I am looking forward to knowing you more and allowing you to know me more as well. I know that this will be difficult, but I will not leave your side. I love you, and that will not change.

With all the love I possess.

just saw a couple of tasty-looking recipes.

Okay, so this first one isn't vegan, I know, but it looks absolutely delicious to me. It may be the juxtaposition of the green with the white and yellow, I don't really know. But possibly replace the egg with a really nice campari tomato and a nice bit of macadamia cheese, salt, pepper, and voila! Vegan.

The second recipe  is vegan, and raw, too. I've been interested in this whole "raw revolution" deal that seems to be popping up at random times (well, I guess if you research the things that I research, anyway) and intriguing me every time. I always think to myself, "I could try that! It would be so easy!" but then I remember that my fridge is only...so...big, and by that I mean, it's not big at all. Perhaps, when I have an apartment or something (and a much bigger fridge), next semester I will be able to make the "raw revolution" happen to my diet, because I feel incredible when I eat as raw as possible.


Okay, so that is the end of my foodie talk for now. I found out yesterday that I made an A- on my Russian 442 paper (would have been higher if it had been longer) and a B+ on my midterm (missed one identification question), which translates to me, I AIN'T DOIN' THAT BADLY AFTER ALL! I have been incredibly worried all semester about that class, admittedly being unable to finish a single one of the reading assignments in their entirety. After all, they were all hefty, at least 150 pages per 2 nights, and sometimes more over the weekends, and I have been ever-blessed with a slow-but-meticulous ability to read quickly...or interestedly.

And it was never that I found an assignment to be uninteresting! Absolutely not. I find Russian literature to be enrapturing, intriguing, and revealing, to a tee, the most delicate and dark issues of humanity...

I'm just a slow reader. A distracted reader. A reader that falls asleep while reading. It's a horrible thing to happen to a college student.

But, ah. There wasn't a single correction mark on my paper. I was so anxious; I simply turned the paper over when he handed it to me--I wasn't even sure that he knew who I was because I am quiet in class (another thing I need to work on). I was planning on simply looking at it later on, under the privacy of some shady tree or lofted bed, but then I saw the mirror image of an "A-" from the back of the stapled pages, and had to look to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating.

The A- gave me the courage to look at my blue book, also known as my midterm...the midterm that was based on all of the readings that we had done up until that point...so, about 4 books and 4-6 short stories or so (and by short story, I mean 30-70 page reading assignment). I figured that I was going to be B.S.'ing the crap out of myself (no nasty potty-pun intended, here) for that test before I took it, for obvious reasons. Ah, it worked out well. Well enough for the last half of the semester anyway.

I have vowed to take responsibility for my free time and actually do my reading assignments to the best of my abilities for the remainder of this semester...yes, that's what the suckage of Spring Break did to me...motivated me for some reason.

Anyhow, Physical Fitness Assessment (PFA) in the morning (0545) for AFROTC...and a hell of a lot of Spanish catching-up to do before I can feel fully satisfied with my life.

Hah. Just kidding. It's probably never going to happen with this young chile.

3-14-2010, moleskine

Ink in the well.

Rocks in the well.

Water in the well.

Baby in the well.

3-15-2010, moleskine

...It made me wonder how I got there,

who dealt me those cards--

It wasn't even about me

or because of me.

I was simply there, I had fallen,

for myself, into that well,

and it had nothing to do with those cards.

Going vegan.

If anything good at all has resulted from Spring Break thus far, it is my recent decision to go vegan. I give most of the credit for this decision to the Hallelujah Acres diet, inspiring people to "self-heal" since 1992. (Note: I am not actually doing the diet, but sort of just taking from it what I can realistically apply to my current gastronomical practices)

I've just been noticing my recent lack of energy lately. Even with enough sleep, I'm tired more often than I'd like. There's this "slump" during the day when I'm like *omgreachesforchocolate*, feeling like I'm going to either pass out or simply just drop, dead-tired. Moreover, the fatigue takes over my mental state, and it's just downhill from there with depression, extreme negativity, etc...as if I did not already have enough problems with motivation and time management.

I just feel the need to clean up my life, straighten things out. This break has brought to the surface a good deal of "issue" and "concern" that I had forgotten about, mostly harboured by my family, but mostly true nonetheless. Yeah, that was a really loaded statement. A lot is going on.

But on the menu for the daily:

NanoGreens
Pink Lady Apple Oatmeal
Arugula (very tasty, if you have never tried it)
Ethiopian lentil dish (a recipe of my own)
Curried cabbage and carrots
Raw beet hummus and carrots
Lots and lots of chocolate, dairy-free, of course.