good lord. i read some of my old entries, and oh. my. god.
THE DRAMA! it's like back of hand to forehead action.
speaking of drama - tonight at dinner we decided to make a movie (about ourselves, of course) called drama in the courtyard.
it started because we became obsessed with this couple eating on the balcony across from us - the woman was crying, and she was clearly this dude's mistress. we made up this whole story about their torrid affair, and i got a little too into it. then we focused our attention to the strangest couple of the night: this black dude with sunglasses on (inside) who had this total porn star thing about him with this creepy ass middle aged jewish woman wearing stir-up pants and a chicago t-shirt. we named them tyrone & maurice. best thing was that they both had the exact. same. haircut.
and it was eerily reminiscent of elvis.
in other news something is tragically wrong with my foot.
i was doing pilates tonight, and my toes totally froze. you have to keep them pointed, and mine started cramping up, then two of them suddenly had this magnetic pull towards eachother, and i could not get them apart unless i forced them with my hand. it was fucking weird.
and it hurt!
this is not the first time these two toes have gone gimpy during pilates. i wonder what the fuck it is.
perhaps this is nature's way of saying "fuck that hippie shit."