down the drain/2wks 1day

tired. adrenaline drained. spent the evening studying with k the aussie for our big narrativa quiz, open book whichever one you want so we went over backward and fwd inside out my personal fave as well as the only one i actually read in this section, el infarto del alma....

stayed up too late studying slept fitfully in unfamiliar bed then up too early to get to class on time for a change of pace only to discover to our dismay that while all the rest of the questions treated general themes from the book the pregunta abt our book wanted us to apply a specific critical analysis neither of us had read....

we were forced to choose another book and write a general and bullshit essay...

then we got on the metro. destroyed by lack of sleep but wired on caffiene. chick insisted we neednt combinar with linea roja at baquedano and instead we combinared with the yellow line me going where are we going and she its a surprise, i was like im so tired i might die and she was like perfect...

dragged me to the cemetary which was luminous and beautiful and so different from recoleta in ba, bigger in some parts smaller in others, this sort of art of accumulation where the smaller modest tombs stacked upon each other in walls with several levels, little shelves crowded with plastic flowers and hello kitty stickers and holy water and real flowers and balloons reading happy fathers day and further in the bigger fancier masoleums surrounded by statues and tiny gardens and we saw a baby in a carriage and waited for a while for the mama to appear only to realize she was a worker there up above on the balcony keeping an eye out and i shouted up are you the mama and she said yes and i laughed and said id been worried because i didnt see her up there and we walked around and the light fell more gently than usual leaving deep shadows and softer ones and illuminating grey stone and marble and black and white and statue and path alike....

then we left and got back on the metro headed back to providencia, she asked me if i wanted to watch the game with the aussie crew and i said id come have a beer but then i got smashed into an aussie laden irish pub called flannerys or hoolihans or something the point being that they were broadcasting the game in english, i was unable to leave until the game ended and paranoid that somehow they all knew i wasnt an aussie at all...sleepy and adreneline fading i watched the little men run across the big green space chasing the little ball. noted that at intervals everyone got really excited about a save or a block or a goal or a red card or a yellow card or something. they won though and even i thought it was cool how in like the last minute the aussies scored a goal and won the game. by this point i was half asleep and ready to go, looking for the bathroom somebody stopped me by the bar and i blurted out "im not australian" but they wanted to know the final score...

then home where i got an email from cristian who is my supercute teacher for whom i missed a paper and now have to work my ass off doing it plus studying for the final which i may well flunk since it covers like 6 authors of whom ive got like 3 in english cause i barely catchai the english when its all this intense theory but whatev. i dont care anymore. just gonna put my head down and go. three papers two tests and im oughty 5000.

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