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In a few days I will have exactly a month left in Buenos Aires/Argentina. Much of this time will be spent traveling. I still have many things to do. I have not visited key museums. I have not gone to the most well known neighborhood. Granted, this neighborhood is basically just a giant tourist trap, but I feel as if I should go anyway. I have not yet gone to the all-important waterfalls in the north of the country. This will hopefully be remedied next weekend. I have yet to buy all of the amazingly argentine holiday gifts I had planned on getting. I have also not yet written an inspired piece of fiction or poetry. Shit shit shit. Tomorrow, I will have a talk with Mr. Borges and we will see what he has to say. Maybe he can help me out with this problem. He was always pretty good at doing the whole Buenos Aires thing.
Only have about a month left is a very stressful thought.
However, thinking about my first day back in New York (Dec. 21st!) is a very exciting thing. I keep going through it trying to plan the perfect day; what I'm going to eat, who I'm going to see, etc. What I do know is that hopefully I can convince my parents to let Jack pick me up, and hopefully we can drop by Astoria and get some awesome Greek food. It may be too early for anything to be open, but we'll see. Maybe security will take me two hours or something (I get in at 6 or 7am, I can't remember). But even thinking about this big day, with all of the people I have to please (my mother, my father, Jack's family, and God knows who else) can be stressful.
Let's not even TALK about schoolwork. Or choosing classes for next semester. I love it when the Lit./Latin American-Iberian Studies departments play the "schedule all of the important and fun classes at the same friggin' time game". It's almost as fun as the "schedule all of the important and fun classes so that they only overlap by twenty minutes" game. The second game is more fun, because it gets your hopes up and then dashes them rudely when you remember that no professor will stand for a student missing twenty minutes of class, even if they're auditing. Sigh.
Here's a fun fact: I was just about to post the classes that I was going to take next semester, and then I realized that I made a mistake and I class that I thought was only on Mondays was on both Mondays and Wednesdays, and that the lab for the science I was going to take is on Tuesdays and not Thursdays. These two facts completely ruin my carefully crafted schedule. I'm so screwed. I guess I'll just wait to see what my advisers have to say on the matter.
Only have about a month left is a very stressful thought.
However, thinking about my first day back in New York (Dec. 21st!) is a very exciting thing. I keep going through it trying to plan the perfect day; what I'm going to eat, who I'm going to see, etc. What I do know is that hopefully I can convince my parents to let Jack pick me up, and hopefully we can drop by Astoria and get some awesome Greek food. It may be too early for anything to be open, but we'll see. Maybe security will take me two hours or something (I get in at 6 or 7am, I can't remember). But even thinking about this big day, with all of the people I have to please (my mother, my father, Jack's family, and God knows who else) can be stressful.
Let's not even TALK about schoolwork. Or choosing classes for next semester. I love it when the Lit./Latin American-Iberian Studies departments play the "schedule all of the important and fun classes at the same friggin' time game". It's almost as fun as the "schedule all of the important and fun classes so that they only overlap by twenty minutes" game. The second game is more fun, because it gets your hopes up and then dashes them rudely when you remember that no professor will stand for a student missing twenty minutes of class, even if they're auditing. Sigh.
Here's a fun fact: I was just about to post the classes that I was going to take next semester, and then I realized that I made a mistake and I class that I thought was only on Mondays was on both Mondays and Wednesdays, and that the lab for the science I was going to take is on Tuesdays and not Thursdays. These two facts completely ruin my carefully crafted schedule. I'm so screwed. I guess I'll just wait to see what my advisers have to say on the matter.