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with the entire country "en paro" (on strike) there has been very little class and lots of partying in the last week. somehow my schedule is backwards. i sleep until lunch, which is normally 2 or 3, hang around for a while, smoke a few cigarettes, dick around with my brother, have tea, take a shower, get ready, go out, come home around 5:30am, sleep. i have lots to do and lots of time to do it, but absolutely no motivation. class and responsibility seem like a distant memory.
i went over to my friend jen´s house last night, where we collected a lively and large group of chileans, and got intoxicated playing kings cup. i was majorly disappointed when it was time for us to go to valparaíso for the birthday party of a friend of ours, and none of our chilean friends could go with us because they didn´t have any money. asi es la vida en chile. it sucks to have to choose where to alocate your time, i would much rather compartir with my chilean friends in a house or whatever, playing guitar and passing the time, then feel obligated to pay a shit ton to "go out" with gringos. oh well, i just ended up getting too stoned in the street and had to leave because i knew if i didnt i would be in trouble. i ate a completo (an amazing concoction of fresh bread/bun, avocado, tomato, mayo, hot dog and one of my favorite things about chile) on the bus, and woke up this morning at 8am in my jeans on top of my covers, with one foot on the floor (i was trying to balance myself so i could close my eyes and fall asleep without the spins)
i am very confused right now, not quite sure about what, i just know that i am. i think the reason is because i am in the weird in between stage, in between who i was, and who i´m becoming. it´s weird, kind of dream like. along with this intermediate stage comes crazy dreams of houses, broken glass, tornados, and the familiar faces of people taking your hand to escape. also, i´ve gotten into the nasty habit of drinking too much, and by the end of the night, or should i say morning, becoming an incredibly huge bitch to any one within reach. bad.
but this can´t go on forever, i must wake up at some point. maybe tomorrow.
i went over to my friend jen´s house last night, where we collected a lively and large group of chileans, and got intoxicated playing kings cup. i was majorly disappointed when it was time for us to go to valparaíso for the birthday party of a friend of ours, and none of our chilean friends could go with us because they didn´t have any money. asi es la vida en chile. it sucks to have to choose where to alocate your time, i would much rather compartir with my chilean friends in a house or whatever, playing guitar and passing the time, then feel obligated to pay a shit ton to "go out" with gringos. oh well, i just ended up getting too stoned in the street and had to leave because i knew if i didnt i would be in trouble. i ate a completo (an amazing concoction of fresh bread/bun, avocado, tomato, mayo, hot dog and one of my favorite things about chile) on the bus, and woke up this morning at 8am in my jeans on top of my covers, with one foot on the floor (i was trying to balance myself so i could close my eyes and fall asleep without the spins)
i am very confused right now, not quite sure about what, i just know that i am. i think the reason is because i am in the weird in between stage, in between who i was, and who i´m becoming. it´s weird, kind of dream like. along with this intermediate stage comes crazy dreams of houses, broken glass, tornados, and the familiar faces of people taking your hand to escape. also, i´ve gotten into the nasty habit of drinking too much, and by the end of the night, or should i say morning, becoming an incredibly huge bitch to any one within reach. bad.
but this can´t go on forever, i must wake up at some point. maybe tomorrow.