A Non-Private/For-The-Rest-of-the-World Type Entry
Soooo it's already the Devil's Holiday, the Day from Hell, "Singles Awareness Day" (stolen from mh3), the Dreaded V-Day.
Fuck Valentine's Day.
Let me back up and say that I had a fantastic Feb. 13th. Feb. 13th here in Spain is supposed to be like our Friday the 13th in the States...a day of bad luck. But it wasn't at all for me. Guess my luck goes against the luck of the masses.
For example: Early ass class (and by early I mean 10am, but you have to understand that I didn't get a lot of sleep even after going to bed early...overactive mind, I guess), but one of my classes was cancelled so I call that luck.
Furthermore, as I'm taking a nap, I get a text message from Beni asking me to hang out. I was all like, to myself, "go to be my 6-8 class, or hang out with Beni?" Um, clearly I picked Beni. Truely, I learn way more from spending time with him and our fantastic conversations (in Spanish, no less) than from sitting in a classroom. Life lessons before academic ones...I think that's something important I've learned here. But I've written a ton about all that in my other entries, and talked at a bit about it to people like Alexia (when she was here), Mandie (now), and Jen (when we chat on AIM), and that's really all the people I need to explain/express (I use that word because I bounce my thoughts off these people, explain my pensamientos) things to. After all, there are only so many people that can really know me.
The luck gets better, though. I also woke from that siesta to find that my I-net was once again back on in my house. It'd been out for 3 days, so of course I'd been going nuts. And then I found myspace comments from peeps like Shorty and Mateo, which also made my day.
After hanging out with Beni and finishing dinner, there was Hana Kimi goodness, and in the midst of that, I get a call from Yelena! "Want to go out for drinks?" Claro. So we meet up and go to a nearby bar. We chat it up for a bit, but we end up playing pool with this Argentinian guy (who kicks our asses because neither Yelena nor I are that good at pool), but it was cool 'cause we were talking in Spanish with him and the bartender (the bar was rather empty) and in the end got all our drinks for free. We're supposed to go back on Sunday and play him again after we get back from Granada.
It was a day that really made me happy. In the classes I went to, I learned (moreso in the my history class than my Centro teatro class...god, the latter is going to bore me to tears, I can tell)...I did some interacting with my Spaniard, honing mental and verbal skills (hehe, my Spaniard...I can't drop the possessive...it's like talking about "my gay men"...same idea, same lack of real possession)... and then there was social interaction in the bar. All in all, what was not to like about today?
Therefore, FUCK Valentine's Day. Fuck the day that is a capitalist invention to celebrate "love" in a way that guilts people into displaying their feelings through gifts and special dinners, etc etc...the whole "have to" rather than "want to" mentality. And to those couples who really treasure it, that's fine. But I'm allowed to boycott the holiday and what it tends to stand for in the popular culture of today.
My boycott plans for this year: Going out with my girls (and maybe a gay man or two...and there might even be a straight man in the mix, who knows? Emily is planning it). Cocktails at Em's place, then Caramelo later on. Since I'm not making it to bed tonight at a decent hour and since I hate inhaling all that smoke at the club, I may or may not go dancing. Plus, I have the lovely 10am class on Thursdays. Gah. Then again, dancing to boycott the holiday I hate most? It's a toss-up. We'll see.
Much love to all. Gotta spread the good feelings I've got. :) Night all. (Or fucking early ass morning. :P)
Fuck Valentine's Day.
Let me back up and say that I had a fantastic Feb. 13th. Feb. 13th here in Spain is supposed to be like our Friday the 13th in the States...a day of bad luck. But it wasn't at all for me. Guess my luck goes against the luck of the masses.
For example: Early ass class (and by early I mean 10am, but you have to understand that I didn't get a lot of sleep even after going to bed early...overactive mind, I guess), but one of my classes was cancelled so I call that luck.
Furthermore, as I'm taking a nap, I get a text message from Beni asking me to hang out. I was all like, to myself, "go to be my 6-8 class, or hang out with Beni?" Um, clearly I picked Beni. Truely, I learn way more from spending time with him and our fantastic conversations (in Spanish, no less) than from sitting in a classroom. Life lessons before academic ones...I think that's something important I've learned here. But I've written a ton about all that in my other entries, and talked at a bit about it to people like Alexia (when she was here), Mandie (now), and Jen (when we chat on AIM), and that's really all the people I need to explain/express (I use that word because I bounce my thoughts off these people, explain my pensamientos) things to. After all, there are only so many people that can really know me.
The luck gets better, though. I also woke from that siesta to find that my I-net was once again back on in my house. It'd been out for 3 days, so of course I'd been going nuts. And then I found myspace comments from peeps like Shorty and Mateo, which also made my day.
After hanging out with Beni and finishing dinner, there was Hana Kimi goodness, and in the midst of that, I get a call from Yelena! "Want to go out for drinks?" Claro. So we meet up and go to a nearby bar. We chat it up for a bit, but we end up playing pool with this Argentinian guy (who kicks our asses because neither Yelena nor I are that good at pool), but it was cool 'cause we were talking in Spanish with him and the bartender (the bar was rather empty) and in the end got all our drinks for free. We're supposed to go back on Sunday and play him again after we get back from Granada.
It was a day that really made me happy. In the classes I went to, I learned (moreso in the my history class than my Centro teatro class...god, the latter is going to bore me to tears, I can tell)...I did some interacting with my Spaniard, honing mental and verbal skills (hehe, my Spaniard...I can't drop the possessive...it's like talking about "my gay men"...same idea, same lack of real possession)... and then there was social interaction in the bar. All in all, what was not to like about today?
Therefore, FUCK Valentine's Day. Fuck the day that is a capitalist invention to celebrate "love" in a way that guilts people into displaying their feelings through gifts and special dinners, etc etc...the whole "have to" rather than "want to" mentality. And to those couples who really treasure it, that's fine. But I'm allowed to boycott the holiday and what it tends to stand for in the popular culture of today.
My boycott plans for this year: Going out with my girls (and maybe a gay man or two...and there might even be a straight man in the mix, who knows? Emily is planning it). Cocktails at Em's place, then Caramelo later on. Since I'm not making it to bed tonight at a decent hour and since I hate inhaling all that smoke at the club, I may or may not go dancing. Plus, I have the lovely 10am class on Thursdays. Gah. Then again, dancing to boycott the holiday I hate most? It's a toss-up. We'll see.
Much love to all. Gotta spread the good feelings I've got. :) Night all. (Or fucking early ass morning. :P)