Alicia: Circus Performer

I feel that I must become a professional juggler. It's the only way I'll make it --sanity intact-- to the end of the semester. How to balance the exams to study for, the papers to write, the projects to have group meetings about and organize, the sleepovers, the mid-week drinking parties, the tv shows, the frisbee practices and the tournaments, the doctor's appointments and basketball games and concerts....

At least I have the fun things to try to juggle in-- I'll just throw them up and hope they fall in the right places and the right intervals, so that I can also get things done.

That being said, life is pretty damn good right now. We had an impromptu get-together last night to celebrate the Couchers' tournament win. Crazy times on a Sunday night.

This upcoming weekend is Easter, and while I have no egg hunts to participate in, easter dress to wear, or mass to attend; I will see my nearest and dearest friendlies and very likely pour our souls onto driveways and into coffee mugs just like the old days.

It's not that I miss home, particularly, just the people. I've always been that way. A place can be important, but while I feel a tie (who could forget the Tridge? Or those soccer fields or Espresso Milano?) I am not TIED. I don't need to be in a particular place to be me, or to feel at home. Maybe that's why I like traveling so much? I think I even tend to be MORE myself in different places, where I can write and explore and think...

A fabulous tangent, but it's time to barista for a few hours before hitting the books. Tomorrow I am seeing Ben Folds, and the day after I am going to watch the Pistons vs. the Bulls avec mon pere. What a great week. :)