october in paris
i'm going to paris in 15 minutes.
this week was nuts. last weekend i went to seville, cordoba and cadiz. i laid out on the topless beach in cadiz. i was too meek to take my top all the way off and was definitely checking out the gorgeous couple who were sunbathing naked and making out and smoking constantly.
my camera had many issues...i saw a fleet of stray cats swatting at trash by some rocks by the sea.
anyway, this week was nuts. i wrote an e-mail, in spanish, to this spanish tv reporter to see if i could hacer practicas with him (intern). then i had to translate my resume in spanish. it was the most exhausting e-mail i've ever written.
i started volunteering at this AIDS house (SIDA in spanish). i never have the time or energy to volunteer at home because i'm always working. since i cant work here, i jumped on it. the SIDA house has seven residents. two women, five men. all have SIDA except one man who has cancer. their days are bleak, my job is to do random things like clean and pass out medicines. my most important job is to fill up the hours. i'm going to help them carve pumpkins for halloween, but some of them aren't allowed to use knives because of past problems. the five SIDA victims are all on small doses of crystal meth. one of them paints. the men are all gaunt and precious, i just want to hug them--they're so sweet. one of them hugged me and kissed my cheeks, as is the custom, and he was so gaunt that his cheekbones literally dug into my cheeks and hurt me.
the house is depressing but i hope i can help bring them some cheery moments with my horrendous spanish.
i'm not going to lie, i constantly fear that i'm going to get AIDS and panic whenever i get a cut.
i also started my mullet article for the AP. i did an interview in seville and one in salamanca.
i never talk to damien any more. i don't even care. he doesn't even try, why the fuck should i?
i'm trying to see if sheila or nick will go with me to greece or morocco in two weeks. i'm going to portugal with a random group of people, including two indian guys. we might be the only indians in spain.
i love my life. i hate my love life.
right now we're about to leave and alex and riley are taking shots of absinthe before we leave.
this week was nuts. last weekend i went to seville, cordoba and cadiz. i laid out on the topless beach in cadiz. i was too meek to take my top all the way off and was definitely checking out the gorgeous couple who were sunbathing naked and making out and smoking constantly.
my camera had many issues...i saw a fleet of stray cats swatting at trash by some rocks by the sea.
anyway, this week was nuts. i wrote an e-mail, in spanish, to this spanish tv reporter to see if i could hacer practicas with him (intern). then i had to translate my resume in spanish. it was the most exhausting e-mail i've ever written.
i started volunteering at this AIDS house (SIDA in spanish). i never have the time or energy to volunteer at home because i'm always working. since i cant work here, i jumped on it. the SIDA house has seven residents. two women, five men. all have SIDA except one man who has cancer. their days are bleak, my job is to do random things like clean and pass out medicines. my most important job is to fill up the hours. i'm going to help them carve pumpkins for halloween, but some of them aren't allowed to use knives because of past problems. the five SIDA victims are all on small doses of crystal meth. one of them paints. the men are all gaunt and precious, i just want to hug them--they're so sweet. one of them hugged me and kissed my cheeks, as is the custom, and he was so gaunt that his cheekbones literally dug into my cheeks and hurt me.
the house is depressing but i hope i can help bring them some cheery moments with my horrendous spanish.
i'm not going to lie, i constantly fear that i'm going to get AIDS and panic whenever i get a cut.
i also started my mullet article for the AP. i did an interview in seville and one in salamanca.
i never talk to damien any more. i don't even care. he doesn't even try, why the fuck should i?
i'm trying to see if sheila or nick will go with me to greece or morocco in two weeks. i'm going to portugal with a random group of people, including two indian guys. we might be the only indians in spain.
i love my life. i hate my love life.
right now we're about to leave and alex and riley are taking shots of absinthe before we leave.