Day 95 –Belly Goo

Nov 30th

After my last developmental economics class, I spent some time running off “stress” at the gym. Goldie and I decided we were working on our ‘Surf Bodies Take 2,’ since we want to go surfing again in Costa Rica. Afterward, we met Sara and Marg for lunch on the back deck. It was such a sunny, beautiful day that we lounged out for a little while. That’s when I discovered this gooey stuff could be squeezed out of my belly button piercing hole (which has not been used in two years). One of the waiter staff came over to see what we were looking at and was totally grossed out to discover my mini geyser. Then I headed to my last global social movements class of the semester, before spending some time studying.

A poem I emailed Goldie today:
“I'm waiting for class to start.
This closet reeks like someone's fart.
There's only one place I want to be
And that is with you in a teepee!”

Goldie’s email response:
“I'm sorry the smell is disturbing your sense.
I'm also waiting for class to commence.
I'd rather be outside with you cutting loose,
Even if it means watching you squeeze belly juice.”

Highs and Lows
My “high” was hearing Chris say “Guys, I think I was the one who deleted the public folder” as soon as he sat down to Lauren, Leah and my global study group. (The public folder is an online “space” that everyone can access and post documents to share. It mysteriously deleted after Japan.) My “low” was realizing my two year old piercing could still shot wades of goo.