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que se coman las sobras de mi inocencia,
Last night I stepped out of a cab in Cambridge, and into a Harvard party. The Harvard kids weren't that exciting, they were actually stupid, but I did find amazement in the park across the street. There, in the middle of the park with some of my newest best friends, we were. Our heads funny from vodka, we took pictures of each other and the ( Read more... ) -
where pleasure moments hung before
I'm exploring, discovering, and unearthing my world ( Read more... ) -
you're so emerson.
I've only been here for a week?
Strange. I feel so comfortable here.
The first week at Emerson has consisted of consuming one metric ton of ice cream, being serenaded by Wyclef Jean and Shakira (yes, I saw them live...and it was everything I could expect from those two artists...and more), taking shots of warm sake, being addicted to facebook, not ( Read more... ) -
Esto es mi cielo:
Everything is so amazing right now (not even the stresses of school, dorms, and pennilessness can get to me).
*I'm sitting in a room I've come to hate over the years. All I ever got out of this useless city was some great friends, an ok idea of Strunkenwhite, and some bomb sinsemilla. These are the last few nights I'll sleep here, and this is ( Read more... ) -
tipsy off of fresco de suchiles
"...I confronted my inner self for he first time...I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered ming but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I ( Read more... ) -
the smell of strange love and ancient magic
The other day we drove through the mountains of Guatemala, over winding highways and dangerous roads, to our destination, el meca del turismo, Chichicastenango. There in Chichi the open market was filled with recently harvested vegetables, exotic fruit, fresh meat, colorful textiles, and crafts meticulously made of pottery and jade. We bartered ( Read more... ) -
the tiger does not eat far away
The thing is, when you experience strangely intense happiness, you don´t want it to go. Anything, or anyone, that makes you happy is something so special, you´d do anything to stay that way. So, I left Boston feeling like a baby quetzal ripped from his mother´s nest and caged in some old zoo.
I have fallen in love, though. With the wholesome food, ( Read more... ) -
I miss my people, I miss my mother's land.
This entire fucking school year all I wanted was to disappear. A lethal combination of stress, anxiety, and nostalgia made numb. Thinking of summer brought solace because I knew that I was leaving for a month. All I wanted was to go far away. To me, distance was peace of mind.
I leave tomorrow afternoon! But...I can't lie, everything is ( Read more... ) -
!!!!!
Yesterday, after causing havoc with Elektra (girl, you aint seen nothin' yet...) and before watching the midnight showing of Pirates of the Caribbean with Rodolfo and his crew, I found myself eating chinese food at Melrose Garden (the microscopically tiny take-out joint near the commuter rail that I had previously misconceived as being mediocre). ( Read more... ) -
There's a rhythm deep inside of you and you must get reacquainted
This week I've come to appreciate the small things in life. Small things like (while on the train) tapping the shoulder of a stranger to tell her that the book she was perusing is your favorite book ever, or finding tasty guava juice in a can (because canned nectars always taste like metal and/or spit), or discussing craziness with a good friend ( Read more... )