I actually wrote this yesterday
So yesterday I was staring off in the distance between classes and coming
up with a lot of profound shit, and then I saw a this girl that I like
from 2 of my classes. Then all of my strange analogies and profundities
blew up and left a really killer scar on my left cheek. I think when you
don't have a significant other for long periods of time, you tend to look
at the human race as an abstract concept in a futile attempt to feel
better. Nothing like nihilism to brighten one's day, eh? I tried to
watch Amelie with spanish subtitles with Emily, Kristen, and Belén (4
friends= 3 americans and a spaniard) last night, but I was way too
fucking tired. I ended up falling asleep and then walking Belén back to
her residencia. It was cold, and very late. Evidently 5 foot tall girls
don't walk very fast when they wear high-heeled boots.
This afternoon I watched this:
http://www.stanford.edu/~scodary/tkam.htm
May brain doesn't work anymore, but I'm happy.
I'm totally going to go watch some more frontline, this time about
Rumsfeld's war.
Evidently, according to a documentary about various bears, male pandas do
handstands to urinate as high as they can on trees, to mark their
territory.
It's been fun to re-read articles in spanish textbooks of the past...and
kick their asses! To a point anyway. Am I talking about the ass kicking,
or the funness of re-reading?
up with a lot of profound shit, and then I saw a this girl that I like
from 2 of my classes. Then all of my strange analogies and profundities
blew up and left a really killer scar on my left cheek. I think when you
don't have a significant other for long periods of time, you tend to look
at the human race as an abstract concept in a futile attempt to feel
better. Nothing like nihilism to brighten one's day, eh? I tried to
watch Amelie with spanish subtitles with Emily, Kristen, and Belén (4
friends= 3 americans and a spaniard) last night, but I was way too
fucking tired. I ended up falling asleep and then walking Belén back to
her residencia. It was cold, and very late. Evidently 5 foot tall girls
don't walk very fast when they wear high-heeled boots.
This afternoon I watched this:
http://www.stanford.edu/~scodary/tkam.htm
May brain doesn't work anymore, but I'm happy.
I'm totally going to go watch some more frontline, this time about
Rumsfeld's war.
Evidently, according to a documentary about various bears, male pandas do
handstands to urinate as high as they can on trees, to mark their
territory.
It's been fun to re-read articles in spanish textbooks of the past...and
kick their asses! To a point anyway. Am I talking about the ass kicking,
or the funness of re-reading?