Just got back from San Juan and I can't wait for classes to start. Specifically, I can't wait for my microeconomics class to start. It's with someone named Xin Li, who also teaches on experimental and behavioral economics, which is why I took her. I would love to take something with Peter Lewin, but I think he mostly only teaches graduate classes. In any case, it doesn't seem like I'll be taking any classes with him anytime soon.
Just got back from San Juan and I swear it is hotter here than in the Valley. Even counting the lack of humidity here. This is crazy. Who ever heard of going north to the heat! It's going to be fucking shorts and chanclas for a while, I think. At least the A.C. is working up in here. And the orchids aren't much the worse for wear. Glad they don't need much water. I left when that mother went out, and I'm glad the front office people got the A.C. working or else this apartment would be unbearable. Again. I'm just glad I saw wela while I was down there. She's getting around slower, but she still insists on making homemade tortillas for everyone. Her frijoles con chorizo would almost make me drive down there every weekend. Now that's a breakfast! And welo's grilled mollejas . . . man, I could have those every day, I swear to God. Can't get those up here anywhere. I don't think, anyway. I eat out more than I cook, so I haven't really been down to La Michoacana, La Fiesta, or El Rancho. And if Cuquita's doesn't have them, I can't imagine there being another Mexican restaurant to. Mmmm. Cuquita's. Some chorizo nachos from there sounds good for dinner. I think I'll head over there later.
Come to think of it, I have a lot of things to do. I need to run over to Michael's to get some oil paints. Maybe I'll stop by Starbucks first. I could use a nice mocha. And some groceries. After I throw out all that month-old crap in there, I have to put some new groceries up in there. I know Greg will appreciate having food in the house when he gets here. In fact, I wonder when that crazy queen will be getting here. Thank goodness none of my family actually read this thing, or they'd be appalled my roommate is gay. They'd probably assume I was too. Can't be friends with a gay man without being gay, I guess. Well, he gets here when he gets here -- in the meantime, I have the place to myself. That's one thing you don't get in the Valley: time to yourself. I could almost swear I was down there but a week. It will be nice to relax now that I'm back.
What I really need is a model. I'm tired of painting Greg. I hope he doesn't read my blog, because I know he loves being painted. His room is filled with my paintings of him. That has to be strange for the guys he brings over, seeing all those naked paintings of Greg looking at them. Or maybe not. Why else are they in his bedroom, after all! In any case, I need a female model. Other than the fact that I wouldn't mind a naked woman in my room, I need to work on the female form. Of course, when I'm painting, it's all objective, but still. I'll find some chica to pose for me when school starts. I need to get back to painting. I come up with some of my best ideas when I'm painting. Creative, relaxing, stimulating -- there's little I love more. Other than economics, that is. Speaking of which, I need to find where I put my Hernando de Soto. I thought I could read The Other Path while I was in the Valley, but reading around those people is impossible. Maybe I can relax for a bit at Starbucks and get some reading done.
Hold it, wait, I think I hear someone outside the door. I bet that's Greg. Oh well, there goes my alone time. And getting anything read. That boy will talk my ear off until next Wednesday. I better get off of here and see what's up.
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