return of the furies
Date: Mar 9th, 2005 9:44:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: exuberant
i know no one reads this, but for myself, i feel the need to account for the long gap in the historical record.
on the night of the last entry posted, eric was brutally assaulted, which explains why he wasn't calling. 2 blocks from his home in south berkeley, he was repeatedly bludgeoned and sustained severe head wounds. supposedly the motive for this attack was robbery, but i'm leaning more towards hate crime for the level of brutality it espoused. the attacker took eric's phone...and eric only had $5 on him anyway...in his pocket, so if he reached for it to give it to the man he would've appeared to be reaching for a weapon, so the mugger/whatever he is didn't even get any money...and the phone's totally useless with the amount of security eric had on it.
i ran out of my house weeks ago in the middle of the night to meet eric who refused to stay overnight in the hospital despite the doctors wanting to keep him there. i was so afraid his face had been hit, his beautiful face. because the mugger came up from behind, luckily most of the wounds are on the back of his head and covered by his hair. at the current time, eric got all of his stitches from the incident removed and it appears that there will be no visible disfigurement from it, thank god. the worst damage seems to be the emotional damage and the cuts in his mouth--they got infected and the doctors say that there will be a permanent pocket of scar tissue inside his mouth from where his tooth nearly went through his lip. emotionally, eric's been a mess--he's shaky and afraid all of the time that i'm not at his house. i've been there almost every night since the incident. it's been time consuming and energy consuming.
school has become a pit of frustration for me. zhivov, while brilliant, tends to misrepresent western religious history. i detest my french professor, still. i currently owe her an essay and i wasn't in class today. i'm sure i'll hear alllllll about it when i take my oral midterm friday. i just got out of the russian test from hell...all verbs of motion and what prefixes to use when. *pout* i know i missed at least one question. *siiiigh*. then again, the test wasn't that hard. i like anna, although she chastized me the other day for speaking one sentence worth of english when trying to explain protestantism to someone in class. then there's leslie kurke's class...my now retroactively dropped semester in classics writing my near-dissertation level paper on medea is coming in handy--all of that research on sexual relations in ancient greece i did then is totally applicable to this class. therefore, i'm kicking ass in discussion section. woohooo.
school has become merely all of the days in between stripping. i love stripping. i love dancing. every time i hear music i think: can i dance to that? how? and promptly start mentally choreographing.
i talked to greta kroeker today. she told me she wants to write a rec for me to go to russia. neeeeeeee. ohmygod. i'm actually gonna apply. whoa.
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anonymous - March 10th, 2005 |