sleep is the cousin of death

Alright, alright. Getting better all the time.

ONE exam stands between me and BLISS. I will annihilate that thing tomorrow.

Then it's just gonna be mate-sippin' and blue skies and searching the city for a sleeping pad (for camping in Peru) and a few more souvenirs for amigos back in the states. Oy oy oy. I love bringing people things, but I hate it because I just constantly think of new people to buy gifts for. It ends up being twenty million people and I knowww I'm gonna have to check three bags at the airport. LAME.

PERU PERU PERU!!!!! horse ridin' & inca trailin' & spiritual ritualin' in the mountains

built to spill. RIGHT NOW.

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Okay. IT ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE. 10 PAGES SINGLE-SPACED ABOUT THE HISTORY OF ARGENTINA?! IN SPANISH? AND ALL THE READING IN SPANISH!? and I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!???!?!?!?!?!!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. AND THEN 8 PAGES FOR LIT. AND THEN AN EXAM OVER ... WHAT... 200 PAGES OF CULTURA READING? MORE?

No more. NO MORE. GOD I WANT Thursday to come SO BAD. Thursday we "graduate" from Universidad de Palermo and THANK GOD WE GET A T-SHIRT I AM TORN BETWEEN WEARING IT IN REFERENCE OF MY CONQUERING THIS SCHOOL OR BURNING IT IN GLEE.

Okay. Calm down.


Thursday everything will be so good. NO MORE HARD HARD STRESSFUL WORK. Just hanging out drinking mate and going to boliches and finding face paint for Halloween (I'm gonna be David Bowie) and thinking about Peru and packing for Peru and GOING TO PERU. Yeah yeaaaaaah, baby.



Oh, next term:
Statistics Mon/Tues/Thurs/Fri, 1st hour. Oh yeah.
Spanish 230, Culture of Mexico Mon/Wed/Fri 2nd hour.
Dylan Thomas Tues (or Thurs?) 7:30pm-midnight.

Even with Math. And FIRST HOUR. And WINTER.....

I am still so excited for Galesburg.

I'm afraid of Americans.

WHY IS THIS A NEWSWORTHY LINK ON MY HOMEPAGE?

"Taser makers say don't aim at chest."


UGHHH!

huck finn

I love planning. I am trying to figure out exactly what my winter term will look like back in the homeland...

The classes I will be taking:
1. Dylan Thomas
2. Spanish 230, focus on Mexico
3. Statistics (vomit) OR Gender and Women's Studies 101 OR Translation of Poetry. Up in the air.

-Newspaper
-Register-Mail internship (winter and spring terms)
-RADIO! Sweet Hot Jamzzz
-Zine Club! and making sure it doesn't die
-Hopefully still SASS also
-JOB JOB JOB I NEED A JOB GOTTA FIND A JOB AHHH
-maybe putting together my Honors project, since I got the beginning of an idea in my head...

Oh sometimes I miss being busy. I mean, I'm busy here sometimes, but a lot of times it's because transportation time factors into the mix so much.

OH I don't know what I'm going to write about for the newspaper this week... eeek eek eek.

oh oh uruguay

Took a boat to Uruguay with Katie and Claire and it was lovely lovely lovely and I am the tiredest I have been in MONTHS.

I am so excited for everything.

miss marisa.

I don't think I've mentioned enough what a kickass job Knox did of placing me with the perfect host mother.

I know I mentioned she's an artist, but she's also a feminist and kind of a crazy cat lady (without the loneliness part).

She's constantly talking about the two cats we have now (Max and Vito... I don't know WHAT I'm going to do when I have to leave them), and their past cats. Morgan, who was this orange striped tabby that was REALLY fat. This other one whose name I can't spell that was the son of Max (and whose photo hangs next to my bed) and now lives with a friend. Also Max's papa also. They talk about him a lot and there's something close to a shrine to him above Marisa's (host-mama's name) desk.

Yesterday, my host mom was telling me that it was the anniversary of Morgan's death. She then showed me this drawing that hangs in living room of a very old man with enormous wings, which was in fact based on the Borges' story "The Very Old Man with Enormous Wings." Under the man's wing, a cat is drawn in to the silhouette. She explained to me that that cat was Morgan and she did the drawing. It's so cool. The title is "Borges," but the "ORG" are really big, so the name "M-ORG-an" is written beneath it, sharing the ORG. It's hard to explain. She's crazy passionate about her cats and I love it.

THEN today, she told me that she was walking somewhere like 20 blocks from our house when she found this injured bird. She put it in a box and carried it around with her all day and then TOOK IT TO THE VET and set it free again in a park by her house. Jajaja.

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE.

hey, beave!

I just got back from Patagonia.
Part of me would love to live there. Or a place like that. Even though I've never been to Alaska, it made me think of something that would be similar to Alaska. I really want to go to Alaska as well.

But Patagonia. OH, Patagonia!

We hiked an enormous glacier for two hours and then hiked a mountain and then had a snowball fight in the Andes and then warmed ourselves up in a geodesic dome with Baileys and wine and hot chocolate.

How is life so amazing? I am doing so many things I never thought I would do. Seeing so many things I never thought I would see...

I think it mostly hit me on the glacier. You never think you'll be ON SOMETHING that you only marvel at when it's on Planet Earth. I was so in love with it.

Photos to come. I am tired now.

Also I got a hat that makes me look, as Alejandra says, like a beaver. That's my new name. Beaver. Oh, Alejandra.