8-27-08

This is more of a mural than a tag - but what are you going to do? I took a really cool picture today of one on a statue in the park, but my camera erased it for some reason. I think I kind of broke it when I just threw it in the back of my backpack and walked around all day with my books on top of it. I'll find it again later and take another picture. I need to figure out my memory card.

Buenos Aires:

There's graffiti on the walls and a bunch of dogs just chilling in the street. People just throw their garbage on the curb and someone hoses it off later. People smoke here. You have to hold down all the buttons to make them work. The buildings are tall and in this old school, old world, romantic, European style. My school has french windows, a courtyard, and sconces on the walls. People are packed gut to butt on the buses and subtes. You have to turn your back pack around when you ride them so you don't get pick pocketed - and I see parents with their bags on backwards and their little kids have theirs' on backward, too, and it's so cute. No one wears sandals. And cellphones are all prepaid. Umm... that's all for now.

I feel kind of bad about my Professor Indiana comment in my last post. But since I can't use his real name in my blog anyway - I'm in school here, it's bound to come up sooner or later - from now on I'll use it as a term of endearment/pseudonym - nickname kind of a thing. He got robbed the other day, someone picked up his backpack while he was eating inside a cafe, and he was so bummed.

I was really pissed off the other day though. I thought about going back and changing it, but then I'd have to go back and change everything all the time. Because I always hate what I write a couple of days afterwards. And thats an accurate portrayal of how I was feeling at the time, so... seems important. Even if I was being a bitch - not a mean bitch (well...?) but a bitch who bitches all the time.

Someone asked for my blog address today and actually told them. Oh God I hope they forget it.

Whatever.