i think my roommie might be a genius. or weird.

i gave her one of the long island corns which my boss brought back for me. i told her about it as she was coming out of her room "do you want corn? yeah? okay i'll leave you one."

she has this dreamy look and i don't mean the look one has when one's fallen in love. it's a look that says "it's hazy...and i'm dreaming about some things...and am i really here?"

i don't think she does drugs. i think she's just plain weird.

or...she's a genius.

puerto rico/san juan was very relaxing. i think a 4-day trip is perfect: fly-in, beach, beach, eat, eat, beach some more, eat of course more, and fly-out. how fun. hot as hell but that's the whole point, isn't it?

read an unbelievable book on the beach: W. Somerset Maugham's The Razor's Edge. INCREDIBLE. i couldn't put it down. now i really want to go back to paris and travel. wow...this guy can really develop characters! it's not really a beachy-book, but once you get into it, i think you'd just get burned (like i did) and just carrying on reading the book. i give my 2 thumbs up for this! then i started my 2nd non-beachy beach book, James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. i read through about 1/4 of it (it's not a long one) and i had to put it down. i was getting headaches just reading it, trying to follow it. it was like reading via your 2nd language (well, 3rd in my case). ugh....i have no clue how to read this book. i could follow the plot alright, but i wasn't getting anything out of it. it was like studying for an exam, and who wants to do that at my age, especially at a beach!?!?!? i do NOT recommend this book as a beach book.

on another note, today was exciting because i just picked up my harry potter book from the library. VERY excited. so i won't be posting in the next few days as i work, teach, eat dinner with friends, facebooking, squeezing in book reading, no blogging. have a good week!

i've been getting addicted (okay, not geteting, but just am) to law & order: SVU. so much so that i feel like there's a narrative going on in my head everytime i'm walking, doing things or just even thinking. this was my thought-trail on my way to work this morning:

scene: walking out of the 59th Street-Lexington subway station

olivia benson: "our vic was walking to work, without any care in the world"
Elliot Stabler: shakes his head
benson: look, she obviously stopped at 58th & lex, looking at the fruit cart. you can see her foot print in the rain/mud here
stabler: she obviously loves fruit...or was it the person who was selling it that drew her to the stand?
benson: she certainly didn't linger long
stabler: it was raining pretty hard
benson: look over there elliott. this is her new york times. she had the newsprint ink on her fingers
stabler: looks like she only read the arts section and threw out the other ones
benson: well, we know that our vic was in the arts

etc.

i'm going crazy!