my thick thighs are sore from biking in the stifling Valley heat. yep, summer is here. we had spring for about three weeks, when my daily rides to Edinburg were a pleasant 30-45 minutes of car exhaust, mean drivers, then no drivers, and canal critters. i don’t know how i’m going to do it when it starts getting REALLY hot. i say stifling, but its actually like 85 degrees, the humidity making it stickier than it needs to be.  fuck it, i’d rather choke on pollution, fight the wind (which can be brutal at times), and be fucking B-E-A-T when i get home at night than have a $3.17 per gallon gas habit for a car that i don’t have. at least the Sun is bronzing me, and not burning. anyway, as much as i complain, i love getting up in the morning to go play with the kids.

hoping the “collective” meeting goes well, i anticipate criticism, choking up, my housemates getting defensive, and lots and lots of “chiiilll!!” erch. i am not happy in my current living situation, but Apartment # 4 is what i call home. these boys are my brothers, my family, but as each day goes by i am feeling more and more isolated, disrespected, and misunderstood. i want to take my portable veggie garden and book it! but i also hope for change, gotta keep it Posi in ‘08, as they say.

this weekend is jam packed with my involvement, which equals stress, buuut today is friday-i’ve been really busy all week (well all month, all year really! shit) so i’m going out on the town. i might indulge in a few alcoholic beverages, but probably not. i’ve been sober for a while now; not that my drinking has ever been excessive or anything, i just haven’t wanted to be intoxicated and have noticed how i dislike annoying, uncontrolled debauchery. it’s inescapable, goddamn teenagers (and legal drinkers) everywhere drinking all the time. i hate it.  maybe i’ll smoke a joint instead. i do need to relax.  saturday morning is the Annual Cesar Chavez March, where World Peace Alliance usually volunteers but this year we’re involved differently, doing entertainment that hasn’t been practiced… teatro campesino. i have been looking at them myself but i haven’t had a chance to meet up with anyone this week. procrastinators!!! story of WPA.haha i’m really excited about saturday afternoon/night. Noemi is turning who cares how old (50 according to some) and i am really happy about celebrating with her, the kids, and our friends. i don’t think she knows how much her and her family mean to me; i’m inspired daily and i am increasingly sure that what i’m doing with my life is right. sunday is the third annual Great South Texas Meat-out, where i’ll be doing childcare/kids cooking class! i haven’t prepared for that at all, but i’m a punkcrastinator and i’m sure that everything will be alright. i’ll be dong simple vegan no cook snacks for kids, plus other cooking classes, great people, fooooood and gardening! sort of like heaven if you believe in that crap. monday we’ve organized a protest at a burger king in mcallen as a part of the Student/Farmworker Alliance National Day of Action. not sure how that will go, i haven’t been working on getting turnout cuz life is hecktick! so i hope other WPAers have, makes me feel shitty but i’ve been working on propaganda. >;] illegal propaganda.

damn. when i see it all typed out i get even MORE overwhelmed! lol   at least it’s gonna be a fucking F-U-N weekend. a stressed out fun. hm. i’m hungry.