Heals The Original Dryness

slept until 5, went and got my wallet from the metro center (god bless the metro system of santa cruz), came back, went to dinner, fire alarm or something went off in the building (but not directly in the dinning hall, it was really crazy, no one knew what to do, we eventually trickled out. i went and stood with some of the people my wallmate was with, they're discussing they're core teachers. fade in fade out, i'm in storyteller mode (ie. give me room i use expansive hand gestures) explaining the intellectual and artistic messeges in death and venice ("no no no! you're giving away the plot!" "no, i'm telling you whats going on so you don't have to spend as much energy decifering the text and you can appriciate the language cause it's so damn beautiful!") completely battling this other chickie who is insiting it's about nothing more than this old guy who's obsessed with a ten year old boy, and in the end the man dies. i hope i convinced the guys there that i was talking to that there is a depth to be sought for underneath it. one of the guys said "you should come teach my core course, you'd do much better than my teacher at explaining these things." someday i might refer to that as sign of my calling number two. this guy was also the second person this weekend attempting to copy my hand gestures while i was talking. second this weekend. whywhywhywhywhywhy? i'm starting to think it might just be the fact that i haven't been wearing a bra. i don't know, i think i've just been emiting way more energy than i have in a while this weekend. :)