my computer crashed...

... it won't even turn on. I haven't been able to take it to get fixed. I think I'll have Fer look at it first. I had to write the first two pages of an essay three times that day, though. It was fun... so much fun. Not having a computer is a surprisingly strenuous situation. I am such a terribly forgetful person, and a very in so I have to keep up with emails, memos, paperwork… so I’ve been running to and from the library quite a lot lately…
Pero bueno, sin importer que mi computadora y mi carro se han tomado turnos para vovler mi vida miserable, todo va bien… jeje…
Ay Dios… que contarles? Solo estoy feliz de que el semestre este a punto de terminar (solo falta un mes!) y de que cada vez tengo menos trabajo por terminar. La lista se vuelve pequena, gracias a Dios.
El pastor de Kansas me ha escrito. Ya empezaba a preocuparme por mi futuro academico… aun no le he dicho a mi padre que se Perkins no es una opcion. Pobre familia mia, cada vez que llamo es para dar malas noticias. Que el carro, que la computadora, que las 22 hrs que me quedan por cumplir… una cosita sobre otra. Llevo ya varias noches sin poder dormir. Anoche me fui a la cama muy temprano, pero aun asi di vueltas hasta temprano en la manana, y luego sufri mas de lo comun (que en si ya es mucho) para levantarme.
Janie had a dream last night that I was doing cocaine with Salma Hayeck, got caught, and run someone over when we were trying to escape. Good gracious… I don’t even think I like Hayeck all that much.
I haven’t really gone out with my friends lately. Aleks is going crazy with school, Janie lives 45 mins away from campus, and the chapter has been going nuts too with all the stuff we need to do before the semester is over. I need to get a book. I feel so guilty, though, reading a book of my choice when I know I have so much to read for my classes… I think what I need to do is sleep. But for some reason that hasn’t worked all that well either. Maybe I just really do need my social life back. But no… gotta get through this semester. I have to pull off this 18hrs business so they’ll let me take 22… May. It will all be over in May… December, really… my insomnia does go away when I go home : )

I was looking at my tree the other day… I have a favorite tree on campus… I think it has a very poetic structure. But well, I realized there has been an important tree at every stage of my life. My life has been marked by trees. The lemon tree in front of my house in Monterrey, the papaya, the fig tree in Chihuahua, that Chamizal tree, my grandmother’s berry in Cd. Juarez, and the tree at SMU. Each has a story…
Trees have a strong symbolic power. In ancient mythology, they are what connects heaven and earth, they are the symbol of a long life, they represent strength, and they embody the very nature of life, and of life after death. Jesus’ birth, life, and death are deeply connected to this same tree symbolism… trees… trees…

I do need to sleep.