Shake, shake, shake señora

Work, work, work señora; work it all the time!

No necesito bendiciones por que siempre tengo buena suerte

I feel like the only relaxing moment I have during the day is when I'm taking a shower.

Wait, no. I also feel relaxed when I work at the East Bay Sanctuary Covenant, this place that helps immigrants petition for political asylum. I worked there last semester, and now that I have a good idea of how everything functions, when I go in I feel like I know what I'm doing. I'm always doing something, but I don't have to think about all the other shit I have to do and I feel good knowing that I'm helping people who need it. And I feel like I can take on whatever petty problems I have in my own life, because seriously, I have it pretty good.

But right now I have a linguistics midterm and a Spanish presentation tomorrow, plus a shit ton of Teach for America paperwork to fill out by tomorrow night, so I am having what is becoming a weekly Thursday night ritual of drinking coffee and freaking out and procrastinating into the wee hours of the morning.

He plays a mean bluegrass

This weekend was the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in Golden Gate Park, this free music festival that is mostly folk and bluegrass bands you've never heard of, but also features really good indie musicians! On Friday, Hana and I saw M. Ward and Bright Eyes, and on Saturday, my friend Linda and brought some bread and cheese and wine and saw Broken Social Scene (although we just missed Hugh Laurie, which was disappointing).

It's all part of my resolved to do more fun things this year, because it's my last year here at Berkeley and carpe diem, etc, etc.