The Science of Lauralogy

So I guess I’m my sister’s hero nowadays. Which is sad, but I guess it shouldn’t come as such as suprise, but really, it does. I’m also the beneficiary of her life insurance. Meaning: I get the kids if something (knock on wood) happens to her. This is a lot to take into consideration following dinner with my friend over pizza while discussing just how exciting the prospect of fun in the rain forest (yay! next week!) will be while camping en route to one of the world’s greatest waterfalls will be. All this, and I could be in charge of the kids… dang that’s a lot.

It’s times like these I’m glad I’ve ignored (thus far) my ever-ticking, perpetually louder biological clock. While I may ooh and aww at adorable babies without control, I will not procreate. Not yet anyway. And yet, somehow I could be in charge of 2-3 beautiful, amazing babies (that aren’t really babies anymore, but still, in my eyes, they will always be the perfect creatures I first saw…

Today was Day 1 of my hella independent independent study. I, as the awesome professor that I am, am awarding credit for every BAFICI movie I see over the course of the next two weeks. So far, I’ve got one (woo! Déficit directed by Gael Garcia Bernal (hottie!). Tomorrow I will (knock on wood) add 4 more. For sure, 1 more. Probably at least 3. We shall see. Class is canceled (not that I would have gone anyways) and I have all the time in the world to sit in dark theatres for 4 pesos a pop all day long. And I couldn’t be happier.

In conclusion, my ind. study professor wants to do me. I don’t quite know how I’ll react if he moves beyond the awkward fantasizing about me phase. Time will tell, I guess. If I/he choose(s) yes, yet another life goal will be fulfilled. Yay for crossing English Professor off my list!

Bed time because tomorrow I have to wake up early to stand in colas to buy film festival tickets…