Last night I met a girl in a heavy metal band who opened my can of beer in front of me and started drinking it, and she said something odd about me being naive that didn't make any sense. And then she invited me to come to a party and a soup kitchen for abandoned babies. This all happened at a funk show with bright polka dot lights circling.

Today was great. More to come.

I have scared myself into procrastinating appointment making or simply going to the doctor because I am scared of anything they might tell me about my stomach. The following possibilities I find most frightening: you have a mutant growing in your belly, you have little sickles growing on your small intestine, you have an intolerance for gluten, or, worst of all, you must try another type of medicine. I need to get this figured out because it is getting in the way of many things big time.
My professor told me he likes my writing style today, and that it is very fun to read. He gave me some tips, though, on where to find guides for writing in the world of academia. Being (hanging gerund time) the kind of girl who takes the "why bother if it's boring?" potion, I find myself wanting to learn the rules of political science writing. Though perhaps I will toss that skill out the window once I relearn the ways of my world.
Push-ups against the wall play nice, and the world is beautiful because it is the world. Today was peaches and cream kind of smooth but tasted more like a McDonald's hamburger and nacho cheese on a pizza. The trick to minimizing pain is water with ice of which I tolerated 8. After threatening to call the police, I throw a bowl of cereal on the floor (accidentally?). Rose and David are so cute and cuddly, and I promise to take responsibility for getting my credit card from their pad. The beast is back, and she's here to stay in the most contrary of ways. Wasabi is best in large doses after all of the sushi is gone, and interviews with James Brown are best watched on repeat. Now you know the moral of the story that which is sufficient to call my bedtime story.

FAST FACTS:
When girls are born here, the hospital pierces their ears. When all babies are born here, the hospital shaves the hair on their head because it isn't considered good hair. There are no basements in Argentina. Everyone has tinted windows.

Tuesday marked the first day I participated in trapeze class with the best partner possible, Sam. It is, perhaps, my favorite place in the city and caused a great deal of soreness this whole week. I learned the mechanics of climbing silk, though, my arms are rather weak and have trouble hanging on for a terribly long time. Also, I hung upside down on the trapeze for a bit of time, but I couldn't scrounge up enough energy to get on once more as the lead up to practicing was very, extremely taxing.
I'm writing a story to Elena that I must return to quite soon, and I love her and am thinking of her and her brother. I want her to know this!
The art fair was the greatest playground. I'm going to return on a less busy day and do all of the interactive features and make my own strange painting and snap the best shots of the best things and sit in the installment of my favorite gallery, Appetit, long enough for the people who work there to speak to me about sleepovers and the movement of the stickers on their paintings, which means I need to learn how to say sleepovers and stickers in Spanish.
A large bag of clothes has made its way here from a friend and has made the closet quite a fun place to dig around in. Though I have been surrounded by some people who have the most fun with their clothes, and it gets me thinking about lots of things and also retooling. I am plotting a way to see a new friend play in her medieval band.
I went to Tigre with Missa on Saturday and spent a day in the sun eating food and ice cream with a cute family in a very ritzy suburb with babies by a lake with swans and sailboats.
I must focus on my Brazil project which makes me think more of getting there than learning more about the economy. I am cutting out Bolivia from my agenda and replacing it with Brazil. Duh?

Art weekend continues in a lazy, colorful, setting-up-shop kind of way. The first wrap I've had in months churned the butter in the oven, the museo de bella arte had a cooling effect, and malba (museum of latin american art in buenos aires) got it back into a boil. Benches had locks of wood beams that extended up and over and twirled and around, and it isn't everyday a bench makes you feel like a ballerina. That was too much, actually, because I certainly didn't feel like a ballerina but flowing qualities there were plenty. Later a human rights photographer of a beautiful sort greeted Alex and I at an art gallery opening I set out to enjoy inside of a room that could be a very roomy walk-in closet. We didn't stay long as the crowd seem to know each other intimately, and it's already odd enough to be the only anglophone, let alone the only stranger.
A punk venue was found and some Punk Attitude enjoyed. I spent quite a long time this morning debating about volunteering with the chinchillas, and a verdict has yet to be reached. I must shake off this sitting in filth effect and keep moving into the evening.

I am waiting to start an art day while Alex is dillydallying in the shower. This week it has begun to get cold so I spent more time cuddling with blankets than I would have originally liked. I have gathered minimal resources to combat with onslaught of the cold which should be of some assistance, I hope.
Lately, I am finding myself being drawn to building on my project for the fall and wanting to create new ones. But which to choose?! I could do anything so why settle for just anything?
I miss the northwest of Argentina and am dying to remain mobile. My goal for this weekend is to keep collecting warm things. Even warm sock things. So I don't get all slow and stuffff.
My computer is broken, and I looked at the sheet the man gave me at the apple store. He checked that it was turned in: dirty, marked, and streaky. You Mr. Apple, have no idea how hard it is to keep the mac clean.
This week has been a bit of a blur. I will be very upset if all of my music, photos, and screen play has been erased. I was so forward to continuing it in the fall! The fall is now. I need to work on a flexibility and strength building plan to combat the trapeze next week and the chinchillas in July. I have reconciled to learning Alex's dj equipment so that once I have fleshed out a blues collection, I can put some things together. Also, to not growing up.