le toothbrush

i now have a toothbrush at HIS place, and although the girlfriends and I debate the significance of that, i have a feeling men hardly ever think about things like that. It's amazing how being different male and female psyche is.
Was reading Plath over the weekend, and here's a line which I thought was commendable (amongst many others):
"What a man wants is a mate, and what a woman wants is infinte security".
There's certainly truth to that. Nothing gets to me more than when I am insecure and have no idea where a relationship is going. Although even when I do, and I know someone is perfectly serious about me, I seem to have no problems throwing that relationship away. I know I'm rather dysfunctional that way and will require years of therapy to get that problem fixed. Still, the point is I've realized over the years that despite the cool cat look, am terribly terribly dependent on that sense of security and will stop at nothing to get it.

Well well... brand new summer, brand new look.
Wish I could say the same about my wardrobe, but that's ok :) Many thanks to ms Voodoo for the extreme makeover.
Graduation was the bomb. Need to swear off the alcohol. I contributed to the smell on haight street on Saturday night, throwing up all over the sidewalk. I was at least sober for dinner on Friday night, but after many glasses of wine and 2 Jack and cokes, engaged in very frisky behavior in a streetside corner with the man. We made it home though... with clothes on.

My CD buying spree hasn't ended yet. I got Damien Rice's new album and Built To Spill's first album. The next purchase is an iPod for the car and for running. Am very tired of the radio, and of plugging in my stupid CD player. Thought about getting a cd changer installed, but decided in the end that it wasn't worth the moolah cos I'm never really in the car that long and when I am, even a 10cd changer isn't going to help.

I'm done with my very very last final. In fact I got done on Saturday. I want to say I went out and got drunk drunk drunk, but I was really just very very tired in the end. I went to yoga first thing after the final to stretch myself out and to relax. Then it was off to K's housewarming- had two glasses of wine and was ready to pass out. Considering I was going to run the Bay to Breakers the next day, it wasn't such a bad idea to pass out.

Bay to Breakers was fun. Ran it with B and her hubby and Tim. Tim was done way before all of us were. In fact, I ran it in the same time as two years ago, when I "trained" for it. In 2001, I was so paranoid about not finishing, I ran 3 miles 3 times a week for three months just to make sure. I think I did better this time in fact, considering we started further back and the first mile and a half, we basically sprinted all the way to the front. B and I agree we should in fact shave ten minutes off just cos we took about that time to get to the starting line.

Am graduating this Friday at 6pm. Can't wait. Am just glad to be out of school. Last night, picked up Wang Shuo's Playing for Thrills off of my shelf- one of the many books I bought but never read because I've been so busy. Felt really good having no homework hanging over my head. Really need to do this more often.


The Damine Rice album is really good... just so you know.

Can I just say I cannot wait to graduate. I simply cannot wait. It's not like I'm getting my PhD or anything like that, although this would have been the year I would have gotten it had I stuck through the Friday night/ Saturday classes over the last 4 years. Nope, chickened out and instead decided to get another MA in an entirely different field.

But it's great. And the greatest thing about getting this MA is that I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with it. Well, I do know... there are some skills I learned that I'm going to put to use at work, but I think one of the best things about this degree is that I absolutely am not going to make any life changing decisions from it and it's nice to really say that I did it, because I really did want to learn and it was the process that really did count. You know, the way education should be. For the very same reason that Socrates believed about education.

My plans after graduation? Read the books I haven't had time to read, sail to Baja, go hiking, get drunk on Friday nights, buy music (I already started... bough 6 cds last month. Basically retire from the academic world. At least for a while.

It's seems rather unbelievable, after complaining about the dating scene so long in SF, that I should be having dinner on a saturday night with four single successful, and to up the odds, Jewish men. And only one of them was from out of town, the rest were living breathing single heterosexual men living in San Francisco. I seem to have stumbled upon a pot of gold here.