All of that previous being said, if my quote unquote boyfriend does not email me before tomorrow night, I cannot answer for what will happen with one or more members of the greater United Kingdom.

I´m never updating my other travel blog, ok. Get over it.

Yes, I am in Chile, and yes, I am drunk. I have spent most of the past hour talking with Michael, our other Swiss exchange student, about the problems of life and I have decided this. The question of tonight seemed to be: tienes un pollalo? And the answer: YES, OK, FINE. IN MY HEAD, I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I LIKE HIM A FREAKING LOT AND I AM NOT GOING ( Read more... )

For a cynical atheist, I'm superstitious about a lot of stupid things. I kiss my hand and slap the ceiling through yellow lights, make wishes on eyelashes, avoid broken mirrors. And one of my biggest superstitions is the ultimate psychological legend: if you dream about something, it won't happen in real life.

Thus, after a convoluted yet telling ( Read more... )

I was in a spectacularly bad mood this evening. The reasons for my bad mood were varied in subject and legitimacy; suffice it to say: I was a bitch to many people large and small. If not in actuality, then in my head, which is quite as bad ( Read more... )

I suppose that when one stays in the same location for a few years, one should become accustomed to seeing the same sights time and again. Nevertheless, whilst driving around Ocean Beach this weekend with a Certain Male, I was mildly shocked to view a too-familiar pharmacy-cum-grocery store appear between modest apartment buildings and an abundance ( Read more... )

I broke my no-chicken rule tonight. What can I say, I can't stay away from the fowl.

My escape of sorts last week went very well, until this morning's early-breakdown-into-food-poisoning. I became addicted to facials in Palm Springs, and then returned to Bakersfield, the most exciting of places, for the Fourth. Family is, as always, family. My grandmother's slide into dementia is becoming more pronounced, and I feel bad that I can' ( Read more... )

Some people say that admitting your problems is the first step toward solving them.

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Fuck that, I'm going to Palm Springs.

Ok, so I am deathly tired and going to bed soon (pathetically enough) but I feel necessary to record for posterity the fact that I just singlehandedly assembled a floor fan. With a screwdriver and (plastic) blade and everything.

THE WORLD'S GOT NOTHING ON ME.

Today at work I received a call from Dr. Karel K------, a very thick-accented man from Detroit. After 30 seconds and a few preliminary questions, it became apparent that I had to give him and his Czech friend Magdalena some upsetting news. Their manuscript, on causes of drowning in the Czech Republic, had not only been rejected - it had been ( Read more... )