Its a little tough

My god, I want you to all know what I am doing for you. Pictures take so long to upload. I have spent the hour just uploading the ones on the three new entries I have just posted. Well, lets get down to business shall we?

I have to confess, this writting an online journal is a little tough. Of course I am not inspired to write on a computer. I am especially uninspired to write at a computer in an internet cafe. Its hot in there and you are surrounded by a bunch of raging hormonal boys playing video games. Instead of writting at the internet cafe I write in my room, parks, cafes, and anywhere I am inspired to do so. Yesterday I was inspired to write in a food court waiting for the movie I was going to see. (the movie was Capote and you should all see if if you havent yet) I had forgotten to bring my journal so a paper napkin had to do. Unfortunetly when I was all set to copy the entry to the computer in the internet cafe I realized I had forgotten the napkin. Hopefully I can use the computer at home later.

The house is fine and well. We have a new roomate, Luke, and with him is his Argentin girlfriend, his roomate from Oxford, Jimbo, and Jimbos Irish friend.

.............I just learned that panchos are hotdogs..................................

I have never realized how wonderful it is to live with only women and how gross and stinky men can be. These boys are in my room (im upstairs in the loft but we share the same air) and they are messy, fill the room with the smell of dirty socks and cheap cologne....and last night I woke up to them spraying something mysterious. It got so bad that I started to gag. This morning I found the culprit...BUG SPARY!! I am surprised I didnt die in my sleep from insectacide poisoning.

This weekend I hope to go to Montevideo which is in Uruquay. Montevideo is the capital like BsAs but is much smaller and I hear very laid back. I feel like the constant hustle of this place is grating on my nerves. I am tired of all the racket the buses make. TOOT TOOT!!

Part 2

Just for funsies I have left the house and headed east towards Puerto Madero, where my school is, to see how long the walk will be. A cool 15 minutes when ferousily eating an ice cream cone....probably a little faster without the ice cream.

Puerto Madero is the newest barrio which sits calm and collected glittering like a new dime. Putting its first step forward. Puerto Madero is vary long and narrow....basically its a bunch of buildings in a long row. One side of Puerto Madero is on one side of the building and the other side is just that, on the other side of the buildings. The side I am on is graced with the muddy locks of the Rio del Plata, a breeze, plenty of outdoor seating, people walking and running and hoardes of pigeons. Although the pigeons are no where near me at the moment their small gray and white feathers flutter down like snowflakes that forgot that it wasnt snowing

....................i see now why the pigeons have left me alone. 20 ft off there is a small child with a bubble of curls on her head and she is feeding the pigeons................................

The other side of Puerto Madero is sleek fancy restaurants, and automobile stores like Mercedes, and door men waiting. They wait for the people who never come. The people are on the other side hiding in the buildings shadows - letting the wind blow around their legs and pull at their hair.

Yesterday I was talking about trees and here I am again feeling inspired to do so. There has been something that is unusual and unfamiluar about these trees. They are bushy and their leaves fall off. Shaped like cotton candy. They are not in a perfect puff shape though. Its like a giant hand has swept over them and their lines get smudged like wet ink. So when you look up at these bushy green cotton balls they look like they had been moving but just stopped. Like they dont want you to catch them moving because lets face it...tree trunks sway but they do not move...sliding across the horizan.

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