peter, paul, and mary wanted to trifecta

dear open wifi account holder:

thank you for helping me to fail at life. thanks to your generosity, i've managed to catch up on celebrity gossip and overall pop culture. and all i had to do was sacrifice 2 days of productivity. entertainment news withdrawal is probably the reason why i was questioning the meaning of life the other day; now, all is right with world.

tv: lost, lost, lost, lostlostlostlostlost. squirt.

movies: x3 was ok...i should probably go see it in english. for now, i'm blaming all the painfully bad jokes on poor translation and mediocre dubbing. either that or my campiness tolerance has slowly deteriorated.

music: gnarls barkley's st. elsewhere --'nuff said.

i have 3 papers and 2 exams left. then i peace out for home for 2 weeks before flying to the philippines. gk is somehow affiliated with my mom's religious cult--the one that meets in her basement--but i'm choosing to ignore that small, minor detail.



if i had a hammer, i'd hammer in the morning. i've never built houses before, nor have i owned a hammer. we'll see how this goes.

trashy yet trendy

dominick's going to mexico to teach little mexican children about imperialism. i wish him well and lots of luck. also, i wish he would stop by the markets of la soledad and hook me up with one of these cool coiners made from old candy and gum wrappers:



sustainable and trashy? hells, yeah.

i wish i could be trendy, but i can't because i'm poor. also, according to current fashion guides, i'm morbidly obese and am condemned to walk around in a moo-moo. i mean...orange sack.

oh right, i'm supposed to be studying. home soon!

hey fuck tard

there's this douchebag somewhere in the apartment building who likes to play obnoxiously loud pop music at 3am. last night he upped his douchebaggery by opening his window so that the music could tunnel up this type of shared outdoor space that all the apartments face. one guy got woked the fuck up and opened his own window so he could yell down to the douchebag's window. sorry for the language, but i feel like fuck as an adjective was needed to convey the violent nature of which he was roused.

also, re: my bastardization of the word woke...uh, yeah. my bad.

building was thumping with bass.

dude was mad as hell.

the neighbors started to gang up on the douchebag, which seemed to work since he cut out his music. however, it didn't stop there because violated guy wanted to return the favor and continued to verbally sodomize the offender. angry-mother-of-sleeping-baby opened her window and joined the attack. this continued for a good 15 minutes.

so 3 people from 3 different floors of the building carried on an argument at 3am--via window?

i found it amusing. then again, i hadn't gone to sleep yet because i was still watching the season 2 finale of lost. this is a screen cap of the most talked about scene of the 2-hour episode. fans on lost forums all over the world have been analyzing this screen cap looking for hidden clues. they've broken it down frame by frame and general consensus seems to have decided that if you watch closely, the girl in the middle is utilizing some type of braille code and signaling s.o.s.

tricksy ho.

i'd put a spoiler warning, but i'm a douchebag bitch.

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bigger and original cap from here: http://content.ytmnd.com/content/4/d/e/4de4b73fd7daefedca2524764f0d43f5.gif

you and i, well we could change the world.

tess and i have noticed that, at some point during the past 6 months, we've started to walk like we drive back home. driving and walking similarities i possess include:

1) glancing at my blind spot to see if anyone is coming up on me
2) believing those whom i cut off deserve to be cut off
3) thinking old people should all move down to la florida and stay off my sidewalks
4) riding ass if your roll is too slow and we're in the fast lane*

the danger of #4 is not comparable to overtaking a slow car at a blind turn...of a mountain pass...on a foggy day, but i like to pretend it is.

big pet peeve about walking in sevilla is the groups of friends who walk shoulder-to-shoulder and take up the entire sidewalk. i always get stuck behind them and am forced to stare at the party side of the ubiquitous european mullet:


herds of people--old and young alike--never move quickly. well, i guess mobs of people do move quickly at times, but it would have to involve a fire/shooting/celebrity sighting/filipino style buffet:


complete with karaoke in the background.

have you ever seen palabok served in a garbage bin?

d- for presentation (some points for creativity). a++ for quality and taste.

so, yeah. moral of this vent:
forget what albert camus said about friendship; if the sidewalk is narrow, please fall in line.

thanks,
- the mgmt.

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*fast lane meaning that half foot space between the edge of the curb and oncoming traffic

where have you been?

i was feeling all at seas regarding my life and where i'm going. you can thank recent graduation ceremonies for kick starting this quarter-life crisis. wonder how much more freaked out i'd be if i were physically there and not just cyber stalking away messages that celebrate the whole range of feelings?

i could very easily be sad about people moving onto their new lives, but i'm not there so i can keep pretending life back home is normal. just the way i left it. i'm still detached, so it's easier for me to think of the fun times. i'll fast forward through all the lonely times and spend my days daydreaming about how we'll meet again and exclaim, "it's been so long since last we met!"

how long as it been? and then we'll break out into song and dance and laugh at the end. laugh like we always used to do, late into the night as we sat through weekly meetings that lasted for hours and hours.

oh, but it didn't seem like such a chore to us:


(there's so much i need to say about this foto, but for now i'll just stick to pointing out: 1) dom manhandling kemi 2) emily and max. hahaha i miss it!)

i'm going home in 2 weeks. has it been 6 months all ready? it was all fine and dandy, but BAM as soon as finals come you realize that everyone is already done and you want to dive into summer too. speaking of which, i still don't know what's going on this summer. i tried to figure it out months ago, but it's all gone to shit now. on the plus side, at least i've figured out that i'm actually pretty good at this whole rejection deal.

i feel great. life is beautiful.*

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*i mean that without one drop of cynicism.

historia del cine

took the the exam today at 8am. i started studying last night around 10 and just kept on straight through the night. ok, so a big chunk of that time was spent looking for kung fu videos on youtube. this was not the kind of violence i wanted to help me destress, but it still did the job.

also, i found this little gem and lost a good part of my life to constantly replaying the last 5 seconds of the video. i like watching red shirt's feet, which partly helps to explain why frankie didn't know which way he was going. usually, i like to cheer for the underdog but wow. go, redshirt, go.

er...digression? yes.

it's an essay exam and as soon as she hands out the paper, i go blank and and sit and stare at it for a good bit. wouldn't describe it as a freak out...maybe more of a well, ain't that some shit? feeling.

at least i'll never have to go back to that class again. this semester was horrible in terms of the classes. i've never been one for grades, but i do like learning. here, it's more the prof going here open your mouth and let me vomit into it. then the rest of us go yum yum more please! in 6 months it'll be your turn and i'll give you back the same crap you spoon-fed me with no ounce of original thought. yum yum more! i like how it's swimming in oil. does this misinformation come in tapa size and can we have a beer with that?

tgif soon.

gazpacho

my host family just lectured me in the kitchen as to all the ingredients that go into a nice cool, refreshing glass of gazpacho.

i'd eat (drink?) it, but it's not something i'd crave on a normal basis.

host papa got pissed b/c i said it tastes like fish to me.

fish! there's no fish! tomatoes, garlic, breadcrumbs, [fish], vinegar, oil, [fish essence], peppers... he's simultaneously counting it all off on his fingers for emphasis.

let me clarify. i meant to say it tastes like there should be fish floating in it.

prominent ingredients ala students have noticed about their host mamas' cooking include: oil, deep fryers, mayonnaise, potatos, garbanzo beans.

personally, i'm in love with pisto and my favorite tapas include empanada de atun and pringa.

random entry, i know. but i'm trying not to study.

oink oink.

where april went

lisboa, lagos, faro, algeciras, tangier, london, dublin, howth, liverpool.

i'm pretty sure our ryanair flight almost crashed on the way to dublin. suddenly, the .99 cent airfare deal is so clear to me. i started praying and a certain someone laughed at me, but whatevs. we're alive. i didn't want to die next to that woman anyway.

i spent this past thurs-sunday in barcelona w/ my facebook husband. i loved it, even though we had the hostel roommate from hell. this guy single handedly stunk up the 8 person bedroom. the smell not only filled the room, but went through the walls and filled our room's bathroom, shower, and toilet areas. like, i'm talking seeped through the doors and shit. even though it was pretty bad all around, i feel especially bad for the guy who had to sleep on the bottom bunk under the smelly kid.





i described it as some kind of wet feet smell, but pj's sticking to his guess of vagina.

aside from that though the hostel was nice. barcelona was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect. i was also slightly peeking at the guy who had to sleep under smelly guy. but maybe it was a pity peek b/c--for reals--words cannot describe that smell.

so yes. 4 months. 19 cities. 6 countries.

soon i'll add home to that growing list, but i've got to get through may first.

presentation wednesday and then finals soon. would it be irresponsible to skip studying and hop on the 6-hour but temptingly cheap midnight bus to madrid?

good thing i'm not irresponsible...

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sagrada familia


olympic phallus


la pedrera


park guell


museum of catalunya art


=)


casa batllo

more to come.