It has been a strange, strange morning.

I had actual ideas of things to write here, things that would actually represent my life at ce moment-ci. But then reality interfered.

First of all, I have been fighting anger and depression about this Lancaster County shooting all day. I don't know what kind of sick bastard lines up little Amish schoolgirls and shoots them in his own twisted ( Read more... )

It is October.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS???

So. I love birthdays. Birthdays are a giant outpouring of love in which I make no decisions, eat a lot of food, and get substantial amounts of money from The Adults in My Life. This birthday was especially good because I a) am no longer a teenage dirtbag, b) received wellwishes from INTERNATIONAL locations (how fancy) and c) posed with an Ann ( Read more... )

I am very tempted to go to Spain in place of France next summer, just so that Shakira's "Te Dejo Madrid" would somehow apply to my life.

According to Wikipedia, the seeds of the Cherimoya are poisonous when crushed or consumed.

I CAME SO CLOSE TO DEATH SO MANY TIMES IN SOUTH AMERICA.

After work today, I spent some quality time in La Jolla Village Square. Inspired by some unnameable, indescribable feeling of motivation, I had decided to cook myself dinner and, you know, I don't keep unprocessed cookable food in my apartment really. I haven't really been to Ralph's since I've been back - unless you count a frazzled, hurried trip ( Read more... )

I almost cried on the metro today.

God I hate to go.

Dear god I am so hopelessly in love with this damn country. I don´t know what it is. For two fucking years I´ve had writer´s block, and over the past three weeks it has disappeared. And something about tonight vanquished it completely. Chile makes me want to write and write and write until my fingers bleed. More than that, it makes me want to fall ( Read more... )

The entire Google site, with all accoutrements, is in Cyrillic on the computer of my host family. I have no idea how this happened. That last part is a lie, actually, I have a very good idea of how it happened but I will in no way accept responsibility ( Read more... )