thought about bloggin early this morning

...as i accidentally dripped jam into the toaster oven and as i watched the lovely light out my window illuminate the mountains in the distance...as well as the small group of alternateens always gathered across the street smoking and waiting for school to start. i finally got it that theres a school across the street...looks like a big fancy house, but i kept wondering what the hell those kids were doing over there at 8am every day...
i decided to drag my sorry sleepy back krinky ass upstairs para ceck out my bank statement which desafortunamente was still showing negative numbers. i got no real idea why exactly. on the good news side of things BobChang finally wrote back after my like sixth email, plus one call from j...just to tell me dont trip, you dont have a financial hold, all fees will be paid out of dispersement on the 19th. thats today. i checked and the words Financial and Hold are no longer appearing on my record
...gee youd think his ass coulda mentioned this like TWO WEEKS HACE!!!!!
anyway i had already learned that all the fees including late fees and interest i dont think i should have to pay are coming auto from finaid dispers...while the words financial hold should not be understood to constitute a financial hold....??
this told to me by j who also called the registrar, after having given up all hope on the apparently in a coma or on vacation BoBcHanG..
about which id like to just give some props to J. aka jeremias or also known here in Chile, (here they dont say chile as in pepper unlike the entire rest of the spanish speakin world here they say ahì. como atùn..not to be confused with tuna, which is a fruit, but i digress...)as my pololo. Novio is waaaay too strong a word and here it connotes being practically, or actually married....so of this pololo mìo, this j, the man who calls me weekly, who emails me with little poerms in spanish and smiley faces ala yahoo, who places dinero en la cuenta corriente (when those corrientes tiene menos, shall we say fluidad?) the man who mails me paquetes packed with cigarettes and tampons (they do have em here but not the kind i like) this man solid as fuck, sweeter than any other hombre i have met yet, is his own special genero y numero...para mì, el hombre esencial...just wanted to put that out there...
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so i was in my window surrepticiously (do ya spell it like that?) sneakingly taking pics of the alternateens across the street...which fail to reveal the true glory, but will be uploaded shortly, or at least later...
its friday so i wanted to wear a skirt, but it looked awfully chilly out there...then i recalled a convo with lil jen in which i confided that i had a sneaking suspicion that these chilean chicks, who if i havent said it before, all of em cute, are wearing tights under they pants! she said, i do that sometimes, it keeps you really warm...i had to think about it for a minute..tights under pants...i remembered the 90s and my own propensity for hot pink spandex beneath practically shredded jeans...they some ripped denim here of a lesser intensity and thats hows i know about the tights...and i decided, shit...if i can still think longingly of that crazy outfit.......(bleached those pants myself, they was practically thread when i got done with em...)
so i decided i was gone go ahead and propongo this puppy..and to celebrate too cold for a skirt but still friday i busted out some skintight pink and red little bit of tan plaid pants plus my pink wifebeater with little red hearts sewn on(not by me)...and saw to my amazement, that panty lines are a problem of the past, for girls with no tights...that i could wear this shit fearlessly, nary a concern about possible bulges, wrinkles, and whatnot...who fuckin knew




the cheerleaders

thats who knew.

those bitches.

i always recognized the extra shine of extra spandex but i guess i didnt do all the math, those girls didnt have perfect smooth flawless bodies, they had one and from an unnamed source who i will protect even should i have to do time i can report some had two pairs of lycra enhanced pantyhose....

i should have known....those sly bitches....so i walzed my ass to brekky, dripped jam all over the floor, heated up my avena (i know it means oatmeal but it doesnt taste like oatmeal..might just go back to the batifruti yogurt) and headed up to the computadora to check the status of my financials (negative numbers, we talked about this) and email (just the little friendly note from fuckin bobchang from yesterday and more bad news from the crew at democracy now {i loooooove youuuuu Amy Goodman} as well as news on how i can improve my credit {shut the fuck up my ass broke already})
by that time it was faaaar tooo late to write a blog, and thats when i had the answer to the question of why folks dont write some early morning blogs...cause they had to wipe jam off the floor and they hair still wet and at ten am they gotta discutir some book they didnt finish reading in spanish and didnt entendì much of what they did read and needs to get they ass on the metro and head to school where hopefully they got enough time to get a crappy nestley coffee out a machine and dont even get me started on the coffee........................................