and also in my defense...

ive been pretty stressed out with school stuff. i have two papers due monday, paper and a presentation tues and another paper on thurs for which i have not begun the novel...

however i have just knocked off a decent rough of the casa verde paper although i havent read that novel either but who has time to read novels estamos en chile as the folks like to say when i aint got nothing in espanol...tenemos tareas y todo...

yeah i know estamos en fuckin chile y tenemos que hablar en castellano, pues bien si quieres escuchar el acento de mierda de la gringa ruidosa well thats yer fuckin deal

ok so i was just saying i got a bunch a shit to do most of it in fuckin espanol and as we all know i do not really speak that there idioma...

or rather, it just depends...there are days and there are days...

today por ejemplo, im all up in my lit theory class with my young hip adorable chilean teacher one tal cristian opazo and hes goin off like he does talkin hella fuckin fast about what derrida had to say about foucault with a little side note to explain and or reference hiedegger nietzche and frued and then a complete tangent about levi-strauss and im with him right...

as usual its hella early and im fuckin tired (cant miss any more of my morning classes as i have been in the habit of sleeping through one or two each week so now need to fuckin asistir todo if you will) anyway im there im with him im watching thinking how pretty his hands are and he wears these like cute old man clothes and im following and im catchaing and then like 2/3rd of the way through im lost...gone, try tuning back in no go its all sign signifier sign en espanol so i tune out....

anyway later i mention this to a chilean classmate and im pantomiming the actions of you know im cool i catcho buen entendido ok bien bien and then nada no so que hueva esta hablando no catcho nada and homeboy was like dont worry the same thing happens to us and we speak spanish...i was like bakan.