viva Mexico!

so, mexico is about legalize personal use of pot, cocaine and heroin.

who the hell would emigrate from a country like that?!

also: this whole "Great May 1st Boycott," or "A Day Without an Immigrant" is some major bullshit. i think there's some rule about naming a historic event before if happens. "A Day Without an Immigrant" just sounds like a bad novel.

why am i always in New York when shit like this happens? oh. i live here.

sigh

the Word: English!

as in, the official language of the United States of America. thank you Stephen Colbert.

unrelated: if you'd like to feel better about your life, stand on the corner of 23rd and Lexington in front of the United Cerebral Palsy center of New York (across the street from where i'm staying this week) and watch a busload of visibly handicapped people in wheelchairs wheel their way at you down the sidewalk. either severly amusing or terribly sad; that fine line.

CSI: Miami on HD is veeeerry pretty. David Caruso, not as much (though i had some wicked strange crush on him in his John Kelly days).

i feel ok. there are some people here that i really will miss, come June. and some, i realized, i won't really miss at all.

it's good to be [not] home

it's, um, raining. again. seriously. what the hell!?

MTV spring break Portland Oregon stylee

...wherein melaina wakes up late, shuffles her pajamaed ass down the hall, out the back door, around the corner to Starbucks for a grande Misto and a scone, returns to apartment, positions self in front of laptop, checks email and...does work.

(which in no way involves MTV save perhaps a guilty rerun of Laguna Beach which will reaffirm the fact that i think Kristin Cavallari is deeply irritating and i will later deny having ever watched said show)

this of course differs from my non-spring break life how? you might ask.

(i am, of course,still in New York, where it happens to be sunny. on a day i had devoted to getting some work done. which will obviously happen)

I would like to point out the 10-day forecasts for both New York, New York and Portland, Oregon this week.

note the fact that it starts raining on friday in New York, gets sunny for a week, then starts raining again at the end of next week, around say, the 21st. also note how in Portland it starts raining this Friday and pretty much rains on through until next Friday, the 21st.

mmmhmm.

death by guinness

So.

It’s been a perturbing month. I’ve lost my train of thought. Scratch that. I’ve lost my train of living.

I am particularly homeless for a while. Which is awesome. This week, it’s a lovely room in the west village. Next week, it’s Portland’s Pearl district. The week after that, I’m not particularly sure. The window I am presently staring out of overlooks the corner of Hudson and Perry, in particular the gold and brown striped awning of Citi Habitats.

Irony for you.

I’m two blocks from Magnolia Bakery. Which is fantastic and overrated. I’m half a block from the White Horse Tavern, where, in 1953, Dylan Thomas drank himself to death. So, at least there’s always that option.

Yet, like everything else in my life, save my tattoos and my parents, this is only temporary. Then, I hear there are lasers. For the tattoos. And not the parents.

I saw The Merchant of Venice last night at The American Globe Theater; my friend Robbie was a particularly good Gratiano. Then followed a lot of Guinness. I’ve had my nose stuck in a book for a while; it was a nice respite. today's headache, almost welcome. almost.

I wrote an eight-page research paper this week on chastity and women’s roles in The Tempest. I forgot to cite the bible.

It goes that way.