always check your directions before going someplace, thrice

had my physical exam for pc today, all the way in petrzalka (30 mins away). I took one tram, two buses, and a loss of dignity. after rushing out of the house and feeling hopeful about the changing weather, i decided to step out of the house barely wearing anything. after walking around the block trying to find my first bus stop, i was thinking people were staring EXTRA hard at me today despite my afro puff blowing harshly into the wind.
anyway i digress, after an uneventful checkin at the front desk, i came in 10 mins earlty and sat down outside the doctors office. smooth examination EXCEPT the fact that they cant do two of the blood work on the spot and i cant only get the form back AFTER my pap test (and other blood work).
SMOOTHLY, im in for a hell of about one more month (when all the medical procedures are due)
but i am making progress!
to immunizations!!!

switching from belly dancing to capoeira

im completely in love with it, i mean, usually when i look at other people do stuff that i like, i only like it as a spectator, but this time, im completely in love with doing it. and the group is pretty good too. im totally confident ill become a "mestres", or at least get a cord:)

we cant choose where we come from...

lemme tell you how this movie, tpbw, was one of the most real movies ive seen lately. what does a fresh out of college black girl have to do with a group of middle class white teenagers? its not the content, but the realization that everything is not a happy ending and everyone may be ok on the outside, but they may seem life they are dragged through hell on the inside.

first of all, i abhor movies that glorify the teenage years. not on a comedic basis, but making it seem like the purpose of those years spent on social agony are just a series of stories to be told in your later years, and that they would mean nothing. this movie was different.

right off the bat, i knew that i shared some adolescent characteristics with the main character. he was quiet, but he had a nice group of friends that were practically blood related.
and the most important characteristic of all- he like i, thought that he had a happy childhood, but looking back to the horrors of what actually happened is the only way to move forward.

yes, i was quite happy as a child, and thankful for the ignorance that made me laugh and enjoy life with my family. but i there is still a silent voice in my head that reeks of melancholy. a distaste not for people, but for the belief of the kindness of others. im sure if i believed in reincarnation, my previous body would have been in the ranks of the followers of such ideology as neitzsche. no, im not some non believer in nothing (which actually makes me have at least one belief) or a big fan of ayn rand.

somewhere in benin,,,

nazgul, giant pregnant ladies, pissing men=my prague experience

 view from the castle

 in front of the kafka museum

 statue dedicated to the nazgul of tolkien

avas dream

hot mess of the day award goes to...

so after playing/lessons in the yard in the morning in my hot pink pajamas, and forgetting my ongoing laundry, i had to take ava to tenis practice. clearly this black girl does not give a fuck.

peacecorps progress! the other day i had a dentist appt and it went well! i am practically half way through with medical clearance. i finally sent my visa and passport documents via fed ex. as soon as i get some comformation on its acceptance, i can finally start breathing.

lupita u my girllll

made me cry