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fuckin a right my ass bloggin in spanglish, ¿who got beef? you cant fuck with this i got big dark circles under my eyes and i can make upside down punctuation and i am about to bitch about having to go and drink a bunch of free wine today. thats right. i have never been so tired, so fucked up, or so very strange...and banks are chargin my ass 9 dollas every single time i use an atm. so if you got a problem, i suggest you bring it. k
last night was another student, maca´s birthday..so there was un gran fiesta aca. that was fun for a while, drank some pisco (natl drink and some cheap liquor let me tell you) smoked a lot of cigarettes...btw, i had sorta kinda thought maybe i would quit while im here? not gonna happen. everyone here smokes everywhere..not to get off topic but here is a short list of places i have seen people smoking
1 in resteraunts
2 while walking through "commercial" bldgs like shopping centers, not in the stores, but in the somewhat open air areas between them
3 having entered the metro station but not yet past the gates
4 i said it already but, in line for customs (it bears repeating)
5 elsewhere in the airport, like waiting for bags..
6 in my kitchen with tea and yogurt in the morning (not me i swear, i smoke upstairs)
7 (i didnt actually see this a fellow student did) while walking into a church.
ok so where the fuck....oh yeah big fat party, well it was ok at first people were nice and all but it just kept going...maca, thats the bday girl, shes about as cute as can be....so it was more that chileans only do after hours, meaning that mostly they dont bother going out until like 11 or 12...so around 1am i was getting sleepy and the party was just getting started. then there were the leather jacket clad chilean heavy metal listening to and playin on the stereo for all to hear folks in the corner....finally i just went to bed. i had offered the 2nd bed to a classmate adrian who is going to live here...so it must have been 2 before we were both settled into our respective beds and he began snoring really really loud. another 15 minutes or so and i have managed to tuck my head beneath two pillows and stick my fingers in my ears and aprox five hours later when the alarm goes off, had to fight my way out.....
ok
so its this totally cute idea that they are going to take us on a vineyard tour but we have to meet at the farthest end of town at 9am. so we do. and its cold. and raining. then we take a bus, farther into the cold and drizzly and get out in this crazy beautiful my dumb ass forgot my camera and ran out of batteries in mp3 on the way sort of place. (yeah i dunno) ok so its cold as fuck the tour is in spanish everything is lovely but freezing the wine is good and helps a little, for a little while....until we have to get back on the jam packed bus to the jam packed peak hours metro in order to get back to school on time to get food and do our homework which is to write about aformentioned tour before attending a 4 hour daily spanish class. by the time we get to the school we have abt 40 minutes in which to do this.
k
so needles to say we are all tired and fucked up (like half the class was at the party) and today is the day Natalia (i even love her name) our totally adorable teacher with her little turquoise boots and her almond eyes and plump lips and wispy waify hair and her ok ok you get it...she decides that maybe theres been too much talk of grammer and we just need to have some convo. so she says, well..what do you think about this article we were reading about globalization and colonialism and destruction of native people and the lack of a real presence of the indigenous people of chile (mapuche) and so we chat. about colonialism..in spanish..for a few.
yeah.
then she says she is giving us an extra long break to finish our homework, so i go get a coffee...and try my damndest to write something that makes some kind of sense. then we come back, at this point all the brains are melting, and we have to give brief presentations about newspaper articles we read.. she is no longer sweetly but diligently correcting our pronunciacion...oh no. she looks bored as hell and is waving us past the hard words with no me importa, esta bien..this is the point where she tells us this class isnt supposed to be boring, we are all dead today and wont get much done anyway so she is assigning extra homework and just having us read for the rest of the class. we are so fucked up we can barely read. i was stumbling all over the place, usually my pronunciation is pretty good but today man i was just throwing extra zacions on everybody...it was ugly.
so finally it ended.
rode the metro home with no music, got lost cause i walked to the providencia north exit instead of just plain providencia and couldnt find the street i turn on for like 20 minutes...got home and my key wouldnt work...because its a copy..its a little sticky...when alicia´s sister opened the door i had already dropped my bag and was still wrestling in the dark with the key...all she said was pobrecita...and boy howdy. i sure as fuck am.