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Let´s see, how do these things work? It´s not often that I confide in anything that can´t be set on fire. Haven´t used this thing in awhile. At any rate, it´s easier than calling everyone, because while you are awake, I´m out drinking, and while you are asleep, I´m waking up after a night of drinking. I suppose I just wanted to send a digital aloha to all of you out there in radioland. If I could send a cost-efficient telegram right now, it would read as follows:
ALIVE BUT BROKE.
MADRID, SEVILLA, GRANADA, LAST WEEK.
MAY HAVE ANKLE SPRAIN.
MAY HAVE EMPHYSEMA.
ENJOYING MYSELF ANYWAY.
LOVE TO ALL.
CIAO, DARLINGS.
--STOP--
Now that I look at it, the middle sounds kind of like Oregon Trail. In other news, I received two pieces of junk email this week of note; one from a Mr. Barbecue A. Tightness, and another from Ms. Caesarean O. Groupies. I think I would have remembered being introduced to these people. Also, I contemplated taking acid and going to the bullfight downtown, so I could see the hallucinogenic toreador. I can only afford to eat the breakfast and dinner included in the tuition fee, breakfast usually consisting of pineapple juice, and dinner invariably something involving french fries. They do however, serve these figuritas del mar, which I enjoy, being pieces of Hake fish stamped into the forms of sea horses and starfish. I don´t know why it´s necessary to transform one kind of seafood into the shape of another, but they appeal to me in that same inexplicable way as the dinosaur fries at Village Inn. They also serve filets of fish that taste as if someone flattened a box of fish sticks into sheets and then carved them into little portions that vaguely resemble Ireland. I could kill someone just to listen to a Guided By Voices record.Yesterday, sojurned out into the countryside with the rest of my other class to a vineyard. Tour and tasting, brut cava lulled me sweetly to sleep in the afternoon. Went to an 80s Night at a nearby bar that Kati was spinning for last night. I purposely didn´t bring any money so as to prevent me from buying any drinks. My roommate and I had a tipple or two in the room before we left, and we arrived somewhat exhilarated. Needless to say, I weasled about five more drinks out of people through the course of the night, sweated to the oldies dancing like a wildman, a hundred drunken americans grinding on each other in close quarters turning the bar into an artificial rainforest. I like how everyone remembers the 80s as people only wearing outfits identical to those in the video of "Physical" by Olivia Newton John; I´ve never seen so many leggings and sweatbands. Slept through my only class today. Thanks to Fabrice for sending some of the new TV on the Radio, I´m digging it. Working on something, maybe I´ll show it to you one day.
ALIVE BUT BROKE.
MADRID, SEVILLA, GRANADA, LAST WEEK.
MAY HAVE ANKLE SPRAIN.
MAY HAVE EMPHYSEMA.
ENJOYING MYSELF ANYWAY.
LOVE TO ALL.
CIAO, DARLINGS.
--STOP--
Now that I look at it, the middle sounds kind of like Oregon Trail. In other news, I received two pieces of junk email this week of note; one from a Mr. Barbecue A. Tightness, and another from Ms. Caesarean O. Groupies. I think I would have remembered being introduced to these people. Also, I contemplated taking acid and going to the bullfight downtown, so I could see the hallucinogenic toreador. I can only afford to eat the breakfast and dinner included in the tuition fee, breakfast usually consisting of pineapple juice, and dinner invariably something involving french fries. They do however, serve these figuritas del mar, which I enjoy, being pieces of Hake fish stamped into the forms of sea horses and starfish. I don´t know why it´s necessary to transform one kind of seafood into the shape of another, but they appeal to me in that same inexplicable way as the dinosaur fries at Village Inn. They also serve filets of fish that taste as if someone flattened a box of fish sticks into sheets and then carved them into little portions that vaguely resemble Ireland. I could kill someone just to listen to a Guided By Voices record.Yesterday, sojurned out into the countryside with the rest of my other class to a vineyard. Tour and tasting, brut cava lulled me sweetly to sleep in the afternoon. Went to an 80s Night at a nearby bar that Kati was spinning for last night. I purposely didn´t bring any money so as to prevent me from buying any drinks. My roommate and I had a tipple or two in the room before we left, and we arrived somewhat exhilarated. Needless to say, I weasled about five more drinks out of people through the course of the night, sweated to the oldies dancing like a wildman, a hundred drunken americans grinding on each other in close quarters turning the bar into an artificial rainforest. I like how everyone remembers the 80s as people only wearing outfits identical to those in the video of "Physical" by Olivia Newton John; I´ve never seen so many leggings and sweatbands. Slept through my only class today. Thanks to Fabrice for sending some of the new TV on the Radio, I´m digging it. Working on something, maybe I´ll show it to you one day.