c18 h21 no3-

recently, i sent out an email to my sisters letting them know what i'm up to here in spain. i told them i've been super sick lately, and that i'm finally going to go to the doctor after 2 weeks of self-imposed quarantine. i joked about how mom has implemented into us this hesitancy towards going to the doctor and seeking medical attention. basically, a type of approach whereby if it's not protruding and/or dangling by a sinew, then just put some robitussin on it and walk it off.

(out of 'tussin? add some water! shake it up! more tussin!)

so i call mom today to check in and be dramatic about my doctor's visit. she responded with, "what? how could you get sick? you're not even doing anything over there. just drink some robitussin!"

i shit you not.

my mom is abrasive but cute. slightly predictable but undeniably lovable nonetheless.

i've got the hook ups now with some type of codeine syrup that i'm drinking straight from the bottle all gangsta like. not as strong as what i had freshmen year that made me have vivid half-awake dreams of dancing purple dinosaurs chasing me through the forest, but i admit i was watching an episode of lost on my laptop and my head nearly rolled off my bed.

just my head, yes.

one more swig and then i'm gonna go lie down again. and stare up at my ceiling some. weeeeeeee!

hi.

ugh. it's the type of cough that keeps you up all night, and you get up in the morning feeling like you've done a million sit-ups. oh how unfortunate, you still look like shit. that's not a six-pack; that's a keg. your hair is greazy and you passed out before you changed, so now your last pair of pants are all wrinkled.

primavera is already here...can you believe? did you know that time springs forward 1 hour today? no, no one told you. you're out of the loop since you've quarantined yourself in your room all week. but nice lady, so nice lady, reminded you tonight. it's already 9:30pm! where the hell did the day go? give me back my fucking hour.

this is why you couldn't meet up for sunday coffee. because you, thinking you were right on time for once, were 1 hour late.

and such is life.

it's sunny and hot. don't you feel stupid for waiting til the last minute to pack? now all you've got are winter clothes and a big, poufy black jacket that resembles a garbage bag on rainy days.

but it's ok. it's practically april and where did the time go?

there are ups and downs and good and bad, but the lows only help to remind you how good the highs are. and oh what a beautiful high.

it's april already...

spring forward. lean back. enjoy the ride.

beautiful, beautiful high.

i can almost see home from here.

amazing.

dinner and dragshow for part II of my 21st bday celebration. food was good and cheap, and drag show was amazingly entertaining. if i hadn't been so full of gin, i don't think the strobe light effect would have gotten to me as much.

we also saw willie from real world philly macking on some bois. i would've asked him for a pic if he didn't have his hand and half his arm down some guy's pants.

21st

ahhhh sooo excited! flying to paris in a few hours to meet up with jp, dominick, and possibly rose.

an early birthday present, if you will.

i know i'll get to the sevilla airport and sit there waiting for my flight and pretend like i'm flying home to dc. it'll make me sad, but whatevs. definitely gonna be good to see some great friends.

it's been so long since last we met.

pictures from the weekend are promised.

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grrrooowwl, says dominick.


yes, i am lame.

el carnaval update at last

we left for el carnaval in cádiz saturday 5pm and got homestay at sunday 8am. what happened inbetween was quite interesting to say the least.



crossed a few to dos off my life list which include:

- dancing in the rain
- literally standing on the streets til 5am
- getting kicked out of bars
- grabbing boobies (but only b/c they grabbed mine first)
- being asked to pose for pics with random people
- changing outside a bus station
- getting interviewed by a tranny named Devorah Cunt
- doing the whole mob/cattle herd charge when the station doors finally opened at 5am
- confirming that tim’s dress did in fact show more leg than mine

















ok, must go. running out of internet cafe time.