Listing my life:
What work looks like
On good days work looks like this
and
. List for Padeen (naturopath doctor)
- Where to get another Netti pot
- IUD (no hormones?)
- HPV Vaccine?
- Acne medicine
- Ask about irregular bleeding
- Do leaky gut test
List of what I couldn’t eat on my FOUR week cleanse
Sugars (yes, this meant no chocolate even high fructose corn sugar and agave!)
High Glycemic Fruits (don't ask)
Grains (this proved to be the hardest thing about the cleanse because my body is so used to being full from starch that it took me a while to actually be satisfied after eating the food that i did)
Gluten Containing Compounds (no soy sauce to go with the rice that i can't eat)
Dairy (mooo wasn't hard, except no EGGS! what the heck?!)
Soy
Alcohol (super bummer)
Lectins (what no nuts, beans, potatoes, tomatoes)
* oh and no coffee, processed food, canned foods.
NEW DIET
is called the Gaps diet http://gapsdiet.com/Home_Page.html
....you don't want to know
List of classes I'm take at PCC
Second year German
Creative Writing (Poetry)
Printmaking
Humanities & Technology: Exploring Origins
German things
Schnurrbart - mustache
Die Hexe - Witch
Die Spinne - Spider
Heute trank ich ein Tasse Kaffe mit Frühstück. (practicing imperativ tense!)
Dann ich ging ins Bett und schlafen gut, Gute Nacht!
Poetry things (more whining)
Waking Up Is Putting On Your Shoes (1st draft, revision due next class..)
I wake up to a cold September morning and start on my ten-minute walk to the bus stop
56 minutes before this moment
I lay vertical, face down, in a queen size bed, mouthing my dreams out to the empty room
I dream about places I wish I were, the people I left behind
My heart torn from every time I’ve said goodbye, a patchwork of those moments
Even in this condition it’s forced to be worn around all day
It is still dark outside
An arm outstretches to turn off the alarm at 6:25
Usually not right away
I don’t want to wake up, so I don’t
Two feet land on the stale carpet
The rest of the body has no choice but to follow, sitting upright
Hands rub still closed eyes
In the bathroom face and teeth get clean
The mirror is ignored
Feet follow each other up 16 steps away from the bed
To the kitchen, tools like blenders and saucepans make the breakfast
Once the body is fed clothes are draped over the torso and hips
Pack is packed
Lastly I put on my shoes
They are red
Made of canvas
Dipping into them the backs cup my heels tightly
The edges of the soles are torn
These shoes look worn
I call them my heartache shoes
As if it were a choice whether or not to put them on everyday
These shoes sometimes hurt my feet
I am reminded with every step the pain of trying to fit something too big
Like a heart into a chest
Or a shoe
And wear it around all day
To Do List
- Send Letter to India
- Do laundry
- Mach mein Hausaufgabe
- Buy new Netti Pot and Long shower brush
- make soup
- put away clothes
- Finish reading book/s (yeah right)
- Find new job
- Find out who I am now (as an artist, as an American, as a girlfriend, as a sister/daughter, as a consumer, as a voter, as a commuter.
- Call PCC about Financial Aid (a month later i got it! geez i thought my other school was unorganized throw 10,000 more students on top of that...)
Movie List
- Sherlock holmes
- Slamnation
- Monte carlo
- Milk
Things that I have been disgusted with
- Ben Brandis licking a slug at recess in the 3rd grade
- How much US dollars goes to Military and Nuclear funding
- Bush being elected for President of the USA
- Bush being re-elected to President of the USA
- Baby poop
- cigarette butts in nature
- The fact that I have managed to lose every water bottles I have ever owned. I went through 4 water bottles in India in the past 7 months; the last two were in Portland while bussing and babysitting.
Things I miss
- Indian Chai, fresh coconut, Pipa (Central American and South Asian), Set Dosa, Idly, Gallo Pinto, Papusa’s, fresh mango, gelato, clos, mojitos, sangria, nepali tangerines, papaya, yuka
- Sarah Kaplan Gould
- Having my own apartment
- Shabat
- Pretending to be an adult
For my boo:
Things I have learned about living in Portland
Even though I am “home”, I am still never home
Education is expensive
Bach flower remedies are awesome
I lose my belongings no matter where I am
