back in the saddle again

picture if you will, the ridiculous pendulum that is my emotional self mood swingin wildly from side to side, with me hangin on fer dear life like im tarzan and its a vine...yup and today im doin the tarzan call
i think its because i woke up feeling pretty good, had a nice dream about a lesbian couple (nobody i know)celebrating thier anniversary...
then i rushed to finish my thoughts on some stuff i was sposed to present in class having to do with poetry and eternity and durable materials and death...
lucky for me she never even got to my ass...
so i am going to provide a brief outline so as to keep myself on track, today we will speak of candy and bread, toilet paper, and pedestrians, with a brief touching on penises...
well thats a nice way to say it isnt it? almost makes you want to...heres what i want to say, i have learned (THROUGH CONVERSATION!!!) that dudes are not routinely circumcised here. kinda makes sense, i mean, they Catholic...and the more you think about it the more fucked up circumcision seems, if you arent jewish i mean and maybe even then, i get that its a form of genital mutilation and i suspect that this is why our culture is so fucked up...i might start a war or some shit too if somebody cut off a piece of my shit..
that said. its what im used to.
i think i saw an uncircumcised penis once at an E party, but i didnt get a chance to touch it and the light was pretty dim...really all i can do to try and imagine what that looks like is think about say, horses or dogs...and thats fuckin gross...
so sad to say but my initial reaction was like ohmygodno!! and thats about all i have on that.

moving right along to the candy and the bread. In an effort to integrate myself more fully into chilean culture and as a practical economic measure, i have decided to stop buying M&M´s. they cost twice as much as other candy of relatively the same composition, small, round, candy coating, bright colors...so i am now a rocklets girl for those days when the wimpy coffee aint cutting it..
as for the bread. well im getting worried about my diet. yall know i am some snackin bitch. all my meals resemble snacks to some degree more or less but i am beginning to be concerned about a rather high consumption of bread. strangely at home this wasnt an issue but there were many more kinds of crackers granola bars and rice cakes there...here its like my main food. i dont really bother to prepare actual meals i just eat toast all the time. made of these delicious fluffy buttery white rolls this is fresh bread my people. but im worried its bad for me to eat so much of it or i might start gaining weight or feeling really heavy..i mean i dont eat white bread at all at home much less three times a day...and im serious...breakfast is toast and fruit maybe yogurt lunch is lots and lots of fruit onces is toast and crackers and more fruit plus cookies and dinner is more toast or a sandwitch, which is also basically toasted bread...i might have to look at some alternatives...but its just so fuckin yummy...

then theres the pedestrian. now i know that pedestrian means someone on foot. and that doesnt strike me as particularly funny. but here, where all the signs are addressed to Señor Peaton. basically you sir, over there with the feet. or as i like to call him, Mr. Walkin Dude...well that strikes me as funny as fuck. maybe its the gendered nature of it, not just that when in doubt one reverts to masculine, we do that in english too, but it would be like mr pedestrian...which would be a little funny...i dunno

well i gotta jam im sposed to read up a storm hit yoga and read some more...planning on getting out of town for the weekend and pretty stoked cause i havent left except that one trip to Valpo...