la vida actual

so haven't written in awhile, obviously I should be writing a paper about the fluidity of time and space in borges, but at 40 to midnight writing a blog entry seems like a more pressing matter. bariloche was fucking ill, hiked an entire mountain bottom to snowy top and then down again ( bajaring hurt so fucking much). saw some beautiful beautiful places, stayed in a cute hotel, roomed with edson watching horror movies to the wee hours of the morning, ate a MONTON of delicious chocolates. bought my host family a box that is sitting on my bookshelf right now taunting me, daring me to open it and consume...i have to hold out until friday when they come back from salta. gustavo's attractive younger brother fabio is babysitting/cooking me all week...he just sits in front of the compu drinking bottles of red wine and chain smoking marlboro cigarettes. at dinner we compared favorite woody allen movies, since everyone in argentina is obsessed with him (his manhattan to my annie hall). he's a decent cook, of spaghetti and meatballs at least. slept until TWO today because I passed out before setting my alarm clock, completely snoozed through my COPA class. emailed marcelo my informe with some bullshit excuse of how i was sick or some shit. i guess i was exhausted from getting an average of 3 hours a sleep per night since thursday and staying up last night til 2 wasn't the smartest idea in the world. plus it was pouring rain all day long so every time i fell in and out of sleep i just conked out again from the sound of rain in the garden.

talked to the parents who were in a chipper mood...dad is done with svu and got a JOB praise the lord on an HBO show that mark wahlberg (sigh) is producing. mom was demanding a christmas list already, like who is she. brendan is trying out for basketball, will already be done in football for awhile. he's really struggling with academics bless his heart, but he's managing to do well at least enough to satiate dad's out of control expectations.

i'm in a weird mood...i've been struggling with this trabajo escrito since late this afternoon. at madison if i had a 2-3 page paper I would be rejoicing and bang it out in about 5 seconds but here it's such a struggle. I'm so not a student here, I just go to class and not absorb anything and charlar with the estudiante next to me. uba is supposed to be hard? i'm sure it would be if i gave a shit and graciela wasn't my teacher. but i'm going to attempt to right about pygmalion/pinnochio themes in AI, just a bullshit excuse to stare at jude law for 2.5 hours.

things to look forward to this week:
- 2001: a space odyssey viewing with molly tomorrow
- smoking a bowl/blunt/spliff on thursday/dinner with lissy's parents
- having a free day on friday, with 80 degrees, to probably recoger soho, grabbing iced coffees and carlitos along the way
- having a free weekend in buenos aires, will force myself to make it to bellas artes

was supposed to do dinner at mario's last night but will cancel yet again, he will probably end up hating me but 2001 takes precedence so lo siento.

loving joe purdy and rogue wave. es la vida

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