I'm swimming in a weird pickle soup drinking orange juice to save someone's life. This has nothing to do with finishing a biography on Timothy Leary the day I quarantined myself in the apartment in an effort to save my digestion system and sanity. I like cozy days learning a lot and thinking about analogies to amoebas and youth, also turning car keys and identity, but I will spare you for getting further into abstraction.
Class is coming to a close, and I'm feeling particularly ambitious with a side of exhaustion. I am thinking about the shiny coated black kitten I want to steal, and the fleas I keep spotting from Poncho. I am doing extra wall push-ups because machismo makes me hate most of the men I see. Yesterday a drunk man on the subte made me want to become violent when he was deliberately rubbing his foot on my leg, and today I feel especially hostile in my plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled to different lengths and hot black pants and untied boots. I also hate the police officers and hate itself but more so what drives me to frustration and the fact that despite generations of the sentiment unacceptable actions that lead to the frustration and hostility still exist. This is not the ideal environment. Moments such as these make me want to leave, but it's the experience of the frustration is important to a point.
When I feel especially tough in my outfit, I find it refreshing to smile at the older people (but not all of them) and the kids (but not all of them). Always at the shiny coated kitten.
I went to UBA last night with Sam only to discover they cancelled classes because the neighborhood had no water. We went to a bookstore, and I added to the collection. I can't wait to buy a ton from that collection and hand them out to cutie friends.
My mama is coming in one week, and I can't wait! Finals is next week, and I'm rewriting all of my notes in new notebooks for pre-phase 3 of Buenos Aires, finals week prior to post-class. I can't wait to get out of pickled soup phase either to drink orange juice for pleasure instead of for vitamin c.
hoooola new life!
- whitney
- there once was a girl who liked change, mirror images, and the tide. she found herself curiously exploring options while thinking side thoughts of painting her nails. she wants to meet the rain forest through spanish eyes seeing flocks of butterflies instead as las mariposas. she wants to feel uncomfortable. she wants to smell the smell of a city millions wake up to every day. she wants to ride alongside gauchos. then one day she flew to buenos aires and stayed a while. this is her story.
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