it was a bad gringa week i tell you

all i can say is thank god it ended in two days of holiday and some major ridiculousness of costuming and halloween party...

monday of last week i set my alarm pero se me olvidó apagarla...well if you dont turn it on that shit dont work
so i slept through my first class..then i dragged my sad ass to school to study for a prueba the following day for a bullshit class, now lemme tellya just one thing about that

back home you got a bullshit class full of dumbass freshmans and with a bullshit teach and some bullshit lecture the least you can expect is bullshit readings and bullshit test..not here
nope. they gots standards to uphold. so my bullshit history of chilean photography class that i never go to anymore cause i can stand only so much of that teacher shouting mi amiga and making me one time i swear to fuckin god stand on a chair and fuckin demonstrate what a niña inocente looks like in a typical fotograph...im talkin this class puts the sheeeeeit in bullshit class...

but then the reading is all this intense theory shit like fuckin barthes on death and theater and fotos and the quiz is all about the reading...

gotta love it. so tuesday i drag my ass to class having just finished all the reading and take a quiz where i gotta write like 5 short essays and analyze a fuckin foto in latin terms that i dont even know what they mean from one of the readings...

that goes real goddam well

wednesday nother test for another bullshit class, se llama mujer y sociedad...but first my ass gets on a micro that says it goes to my school, but lies...instead of hitting some vicuña mackenna (i remember which bus to get on by humming to the tune of hakuna matata...like this vicuña mackenna thats the bus that i take..)

anyway this shit takes some crazy unexpected turn i never seen before and im forgot to mention sleepy and a little hung over cause my dumb ass went out for drinks after finishing all the reading for mujer y sociedad cause i never attend that either...i mean, i have six mofuckin classes...cant asist every last one now can i?

so i darme some fuckin cuenta that i aint seen nothin familiar in a while as i reach the very asshole of buttfuck nowhere...

i was gonna just make it to the class that is difficult, important to attend, that i try to never miss and that i slept through on monday...
instead i find myself getting off the bus en la chucha del mundo and asking people like a dumbass donde estamos?? and walking my sorry ass back even though they kept tellin me when i stopped for directions back to my campus that i should take a micro cause its far, i wa like...man thats how i got into this mess

so then i gotta write like 4 short essays about a bunch of wacked out short stories having something to do with sex and death and motherhood and incest as far as i could tell....

yeah that went real well..

thursday
skipped the dumb foto class, after all i had just attended that sucker, studied instead for yet another prueba this one in spanish and all about all that fuckin connectory shit...which i never get..

just before class im thinkin im pretty cool on everything when someone makes me laugh and i choke on a mouthful of rocklets and coffee, then cause i forgot allergy meds and cant breathe anyway i start to have an asthma attack...this isnt good...i turn purple, spit out the rocklets, drink some water, manage to take a deep breath and convince myself that no i am not going to have an asthma attack cause my inhaler is at home and i need to go take a test...

my poor dumb brain deprived for just a little bit of oxygen, does not function...its beyond not being able to determine which of those little connecty fuckers are prepositions and which are adverbial phrases and which conjunctions...no man im thinkin, are they even words? why are they squirming around on the page like that...

i do my best..which isnt too good

then i have to write yet another mofuckin essay in fuckin spanish...i cant think about any of the given topics so i write a little about choking on rocklets right before class y por lo tanto use the most connecty fuckers i can as i relate the story of why i cant make my brain function well enough to write an essay or do any better on the test

which i clearly bombed

friday. better, but not much...went to my volunteer thing after school, couldnt find the teacher i was sposed to work with, got sent to the wrong room twice before being informed that she was out that day...and there wasnt anyone else who needed my help and i might as well just go...

it was also a shitty spanish day where i could barely speak and only vaguely comprehend what anyone said...

so i just said fuck it

went home.
didnt even go out that night...long weekend ok...recuperated...slept...laid in sun..became somewhat more better...

monday. headed to school. sure that we had tuesday off, but school on monday cause somebody said so.

even though everybody else said no we got both days off...

those people were right.

no school.
met up with ash to search for schoolgirl outfits...walked our asses off from wrong addy we got online to an actual place where they sell uniforms of all sorts like ten blocks down vicuña mac from where we started. which turned out to be closed.

turned around.
went to snail mall...wandered about. tried on a bunch of shit that didnt work for me..finally agreed on lovely blue sparkly dresses and searched in vain for glitter of which there seems to be none in the entire fuckin country. going to write to the pres about this. i tell you what. aint no way to run a gotdamn country... seriously the only glitter we found was in the mac section of an expensive dept store...and even that was not loose glitter but glittery eyeliner too expensive for two girls who spent waaaaaaay too much on spangly blue lowcut ridiculous dresses and were trying desperately to come up with an excuse for them as costume, like lots a glitter and we coulda said we was mermaids or something...but no

false eyelashes tampoco...

couldnt believe my dumb ass came into this country with not even one part of all the ridiculous costumy crap makeup facepaint glitter wigs sparkly hotpants boots feather boas that i left at home....what a fool...

so finally i said well, if we were with gangsters wed be molls, kinda glam but dont need glitter so we decided to talk a few boys into being gangsters so we cd be guys and dolls...dudes kept tryin to get pimp on making us pimps and hoes instead...
really we looked like nothing so much as vegas showgirls
...these was some ridiculous dresses...
but it was fun..party was nuts..then yesterday i slept all day..today actually made it to that fuckin class...things lookin up...