I'm being massaged...
Getting massaged while typing is lovely. Goddess bless Spain.
OKAY, now, before we all attack me for saying goddess bless, I did it ON PURPOSE. To amuse those who think I'm in love with Gaya. Ah ha, no one´s a pagan, you don´t understand...
I saw a belly dancer yesterday, with a real Bhudda belly. She was amazing, but I have to say her pimp/seventy year old lover was much more amusing to watch, he just sat in the corner and gloated his fat little goateed heart out. And he was wearing a sparkly silver and blue robe. And he smelled like pachouli-hash-cocaine compound.
The other night I meant to do work, I really did, I was even going to go to bed early, but then one rolled around and people called and I ended up drinking a half a bottle of really terrible "golden" rum this crazy Chinese woman reccomended us in front of the cathedral
and playing the harmonica of all instruments (although it was satisfying to make a little blues to combat the Spanish superculture) and watching circus folk juggle things.
To make up for sleep I skipped my grammar class today and had a dream about waking up and going to class. I got out of bed and promptly felt incredibly dizzy and I couldn't see anything, it was all a rainblow blur, and I fell down and started crawling on the floor because I knew I needed to go to class but I couldn´t possibly stand up, and then RA John was sleeping on the couch and tried to help me but he thought i was choking so he almost stabbed me with a pencil...then I woke up. Then I fell asleep again and had the same intense feeling of dizziness, but this time I ended up falling in a chair and my brother was there and I was trying to open a beer from Granada but I didn´t have an opener.
I guess the moral of the story is don´t go to sleep after eating fried fish.
I´m coming home so soon. Things had better perk up, or I'll make everyone drink tea and play Rez until they are happy again. love.
ps this is for cráig: ¡¿Pórque los überkinder deben eñsenar el 2º piso français?!
OKAY, now, before we all attack me for saying goddess bless, I did it ON PURPOSE. To amuse those who think I'm in love with Gaya. Ah ha, no one´s a pagan, you don´t understand...
I saw a belly dancer yesterday, with a real Bhudda belly. She was amazing, but I have to say her pimp/seventy year old lover was much more amusing to watch, he just sat in the corner and gloated his fat little goateed heart out. And he was wearing a sparkly silver and blue robe. And he smelled like pachouli-hash-cocaine compound.
The other night I meant to do work, I really did, I was even going to go to bed early, but then one rolled around and people called and I ended up drinking a half a bottle of really terrible "golden" rum this crazy Chinese woman reccomended us in front of the cathedral
and playing the harmonica of all instruments (although it was satisfying to make a little blues to combat the Spanish superculture) and watching circus folk juggle things.
To make up for sleep I skipped my grammar class today and had a dream about waking up and going to class. I got out of bed and promptly felt incredibly dizzy and I couldn't see anything, it was all a rainblow blur, and I fell down and started crawling on the floor because I knew I needed to go to class but I couldn´t possibly stand up, and then RA John was sleeping on the couch and tried to help me but he thought i was choking so he almost stabbed me with a pencil...then I woke up. Then I fell asleep again and had the same intense feeling of dizziness, but this time I ended up falling in a chair and my brother was there and I was trying to open a beer from Granada but I didn´t have an opener.
I guess the moral of the story is don´t go to sleep after eating fried fish.
I´m coming home so soon. Things had better perk up, or I'll make everyone drink tea and play Rez until they are happy again. love.
ps this is for cráig: ¡¿Pórque los überkinder deben eñsenar el 2º piso français?!