LONDON

I have so much to say and such little time to write it. Two days ago I spent the afternoon with Peter Pan and I learned so much. He is such a great guy, I´m so glad we became friends. We talked about everything. I´ll elaborate later. Yesterday, I went out and about with Natalia, the one who put me up the first few days I was here. She´s venezuelan, 39 and absolutely stunning. It was good to see her. Tonight it´s off to London with Tal. I´ll hopefully write there when I get a chance. Finally bought a new camara!

Merce

God I love this city. I just got home from last night, it's 8pm! Ok well, I crashed at Jenny's at around I don't know, 6ish? Anyway, her flatmates smoke hash constantly so I was pretty baked and a bit buzzed. We went to the forum and listened to some awesome music. It started raining and we were singing and dancing on steps overlooking a huge crowd of umbrellas and lights. Amazingly gorgeous. Seba and Liv were so cute, dancing and smoking. Nacho chilled with his umbrella and violin... he's beautiful, from Argentina. So much fun.

Friday night was similar Tal, Jon Jew and I went to Keren's house for a Rosh Hashanna dinner, twas adorable. They made a huge feast. Aftwerards we went to Chris's house for his party and I finally met his girlfriend. She's gorgeous and really nice... to cute for him. Then Allie, Laura and Joseph and I went to the forum to listen to french rap.... blah blah blah I'm done typing.

Bikini

Wow, so two nights ago Laura and I went to bikini, a really posh club that's about 15 to get in, but we got in for free! We had been drinking quite a bit of rum and were dancing up a storm. Within in the first 10 minutes of being there some cute guy grabbed me and we started dancing then making out and then we got each others names... so random. Anyway, I think he's in love with me now and I'm terrified... ok not really but me being such a commitment-phobe you can only imagine. Oh well. Laura is trying to get me to see him again, but err... we'll see. I'm not too keen, maybe I'm more hung up on a boy back home more than I thought. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I made out with his friend too, at the same time! Ok, I felt a little whorish, but who doesn't do stupid things while traveling or in their youth. Anyway, Laura was jealous and she told me that I'm such a goody-two-shoes, which I am... well... at heart at least. All in all it was quite an adventure. And I going to repeat my famous line... well famous according to one of my flatmates last year, I gotta quite boys and drinking for awhile. Matt, if you're reading this, I hate you cuz you're right! haha.

Chris and his girlfriend are throwing a party and Laura and I are going to go. I finally get to meet this famous chica. I want to bring the other girls too but Chris and Peter Pan hate them and vice versa. People are so funny with their minor hang-ups, they hardly know each other and have such strong judgments.

Waiting for class

I´ve got an hour to kill and I thought I´d write in the blog. Last night I had Jenny, Kirsten and Natalia come over for dinner. It was a success, my first real dinner party. I made onion soup, rice and salad (hey, we´re all vegetarians with the exception of Kir and onion soup rocks so let it lie man, let it lie). Nat brought the wine and Kir brought chocolate.... mmmm. We had fun, hopefully we´ll make this a weekly event.

My house is beautiful. I know I´ve been here for awhile but I didn´t really have the time to actually get a feel for it and a good look around. mmm, glory. Oooo and yesterday I saw two cute gay boys make-out... ah young love... so sexy.

The festival of Merce is this weekend so that´s going to be wild, it´s baisically a drunken party in the streets with music and shows, kinda like the Gracia festival. That should be interesting. I´m going to try and get another camara soon so I can post pictures of my place and flatmates.

Lack of internet

Ok, so I haven´t written in a while because I don´t have internet at my place for the next 15 or so days... judging by Spanish time, lord knows when. I´m on campus now and I was supposed to have my first class at 3 but the professor is sick so I don´t have class Woo!

ILP is finally over, thank god. Finals were a pain, almost fell asleep during the last one. I still have a paper to write on Todo sobre mi madre and that´ll be the last of ILP forever. I hope the finals went more so in my favour, but we´ll see.

The weekend was great. Thursday night I went out with Chris, Peter Pan, and their two friends and they bought me a lot of whiskey... mmm. Chris is excited, because his girlfriend supposedly came on sunday so all thrusday he kept talking about how happy he was to finally start getting laid on a more consistent basis and then proceded to tell me that I need to find a hot spanish boy who´s great in bed. Thanks for making life a little more awkward Chris. I somehow managed to convince him after great effort that i´m fine right now and that sort of thing will come along eventually or whatever. Later that night I made the mistake of walking home alone completely sloshed and barely able to walk. Basically, let´s just say that bad things could´ve happened, but I´m alright and completely intact. Although, I´m not going to tell the boys what happened because they´d be pissed they let me walk home alone... i suppose i can be convincing when i´m drunk. Friday was boringish and not really worth typing about.

Saturday I went out with Celia and Ellie, my roommates, their friends and my friend Ocea from the residencia. it was fun, there was a cute boy named Albert but he was kind of a douche so nothing passed. Sunday during the day Jenny invited me to a ¨drug¨ party, odd. When we got there there were three people passed out in coma-like states. You could tell they´d been on a three day coke binge. It was pretty funny. Laura was awake, still drunk, and yayed out... reminds me of home. ok, not really. There were no drugs left, which was good because i probably would´ve done them without really wanting to. Coke sucks. Too many friends gone down the tubes with that one.

Last night Ellie and I went to a beach party for a few hours and that was cool. Then we went home and that´s that. Oh and I never want to go to IKEA again... bah. Spent too much time there thurs and sat trying to buy/return crap... thanks to Tal, who owes me like 50€ now. Whatever. England in two weeks!!! WOooo. I´ll try to keep you posted despite the lack of internet.

Sunday Blues

Last night everyone was being lame and no one wanted to go out, probably because of the ridiculous amount of homework that we have due tomorrow. But come on, it's a holiday... Catalunya holiday. Anyway I managed to convice Jenny to come out and play. One of my roommates texted me about some beach party. So we were going to go there, but her directions were so horrible that it took us forever to find something. We ended up not finding the place, she went home and we were stuck in buttfuck-nowheres-ville. The metro was closed and there were no taxis in sight or humans for that matter. We finally got one and had the driver take us to Plaza del Sol so we could save the night... that was the mission. Accomplished very successful. Jenny and I got smashed and we had long talks about nothing. The bar closed and we wandered the streets looking for another one. We then ran into this group of skeazy spaniards and went reluctantly to a bar. We got chupitos, got really drunk, and ditched the creeps. There's something wrong with someone who's thirty-three and is interested in a 20yr old! Whatever, it was a kosher night. After that we wandered the streets some more trying to walk all the way from Gracia to L'Eixample, baisically several miles. Got to my apartment and passed the fuck out. Woke up late ran errands ate a an amazing vegan restaurant went back to the dorms did homework and now I'm going out again. Peace!

Crazy Nights

Friday night was a lot more fun. I jetted home from the dorms, changed and jetted back to meet my friends. Mira called me during this process and it was so comforting, I knew I was going to have a great night. Once I got to the dorms Tal wanted me to shave his head, which was hilarious because he had to stick his head out of the 6-story window and the clippers were JQ's who uses them not for his head, but for "other areas".

Anyway, we left to Mond Bar in Plaza del Sol where I stayed very briefly. I met a cute Spanish punk named Guillem, "William". I went with him and his friends to La Macarena, a club off La Rambla that plays techno non-stop. These Euros and their techno, honestly! So the cover was 5 euro, but we managed to get in for 10 for five of us. Drinks were expensive, but I wasn't planning on getting smashed because I wanted my Spanish to hold up and my brain to keep functioning. The rest of my gang showed up at La Macarena at 4:30ish, but were unable to get in so they walked to the metro and waited for it to open, I guess.

We danced all night and then Guillem walked me home. We stayed up until 6:30ish, then I made him go home. Because, that's what I do. :P I can't cope with cuddling with people I don't know. I guess I'm just an odd girl, most of my friends are cuddle-sluts and can do that. Perhaps I see it as something more intimate. I can't feel comfortable. There's supposed to be a magical connection between two bodies, if you don't know the person, than it's nothing more than an awkward empty shell. I have no problem cuddling with my guy friends, but some random hookup? Negative. Last night I crashed in Kirsten's dorm room and she brought home this super cute Spaniard and he stayed the night (no, they didn't have sex with me two feet away!). I guess I see physical pleasure as something completely different than emotional connection. Both can coexist in the same person, but they can also be completely separate. Anyway, I've exhausted this subject and I need to write my essay for Cultura.

Blech

Ok, so ILP is almost over. Thank god, it's miserable hell. We have a five page paper to write by tuesday, all in Spanish. I think Wednesday was the most hilarious day in class ever. We've all given up. In first period, Catalan, Tal put an ant on my paper and I decided to make it my pet. It's name was Sally. So Sally was chillin on my workbook, and crawling around my hands and then all of a sudden she just stopped and died! I was so upset but Tal and Jon Jew were laughing at me, saying that that would only happen to me. I guess it is kind of odd to make friends with an ant, but she was so sweet. Anyway, I was upset and the rest of class Tal, Kirsten, and I just dicked around.

Thursday I ditched because, fuck ILP, I did absolutely nothing, it was fabulous. Oh I did move into my new place, pretty awesome. Last night sucked because my phone died and I was all alone on La Rambla getting hassled by all sorts of weirdos. Although, one good thing about last night is that I got to talk to my brother. I still have to unpack and I don't have internet, which is why I'm back at the dorms chillin waiting for free shitty food. Hopefully, tonight would be better, although I did put a good dent in the book I'm reading.

All in all, you guys need to show me some love, because it's lonely in the big city.

The Weekend

This weekend was awesome... Friday night, mostly wandering and heart to hearts with Tal and Jenny. We went to Chupitos which is Spanish for "shots". The shots were only 1.50 and very tasty.






I got drunk, again! I can't keep up with these Spaniards, they're fucking nuts! The top picture from left to right there is Rachel, friend from home; the infamous Jenny; me; and finally Natalia. We made her take a lot of shots.

The most fun was Saturday night. It was Quenton's last night before he goes back to Paris to wait 6 days to screw his girlfriend, at least that's what he kept saying. His friends were pretty damn cute, especially the 22 year-old Italian. We kissed, but the stupid Belgium we called Mr. Waffles yanked him away! It's all good though, he must've been jealous because he was clinging to Italy most of the night. Anyway, Italy has my number, but I don't think he'll call. Oh well, not exactly looking for anything anyway, especially since I'm a little hung up on people back home. Besides, I'd rather no skeazy Italians... j/k. Here's Quenton and his boys plus Rachel toward the end of the night after a few shots of Absinth. We'll miss you Quenton! It goes Christian (Italy), Quenton, Hennes (Germany), Rachel, Giome (Mr. Waffles) and all the way in the back is Chris.

Here's another one, Chris is in the middle and Quenton as La Oveja Negra. How flipping hilarious is here, I swear we were joking about it the entire night. Here's a better one of Italy with Quenton and half of Jon aka Peter Pan's head. Until next time, my dears.

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