A Day in the Life

Today I:

Skipped Spanish class. I didn't do my homework and I felt disinclined to suffer the humiliation...again. Call it a "mental health day."

Ate 4 medialunas (baby croissants, smeared with dulce de leche) while sitting on my bed in my "fat pants." If I were watching Bridget Jones and nursing a vodka tonic, I might start to worry...

Tried to add up my finances by calculating exactly how much money we've spent in the last 4 months, minus the amount of money we have made. I gave up in despair (see previous entry) when i realized that I have made less than $500, total.

Woke up to a beautiful spring morning, with countless birds chirping and the sun shining (and warm!). The pleasures of spring were so acute that I elected to leave my ipod at home for the first time in months, needing no distraction to compel me to trek to work.

Got hit on about 20 times on my way to my first class. The best of which went something like this: I cross the street and the sun falls on my face as I leave the shadow of a tall building. The 75-80 year old man hobbling across the street opposite me stares, open-mouthed, then grabs his heart and moans "ah, mi corazooon!" I stop, alarmed and suspecting a heart attack. Instead, he gives me a mischievous wink and does a small jig, still in the middle of the street. Classic, mildly creepy, but mostly adorable.

Fell in love with my boyfriend all over again when I read his heartfelt blog entry (while on my medialuna binge). It is wonderful, rewarding, and beautiful to see him open up, to find himself and grow here. I only hope we can find ourselves... together.

Finished the second book of the trilogy entitled "Josephine B." that my mom sent me from home. This shameless smut/historical fiction has a mysterious hold on me. I think the last time I was so entranced by almost sleezy romance with a taste of historical fact was the "Outlander" series, after which I swore I would find me a sexy redhead. Hmmm....

Ate a pound of meat lasagna. IN ADDITION to the medialunas. Now that spring is here, I guess its time for a run?

Searched in vain for a bicycle pump. Like most things in Argentina, a small task somehow made large, time-consuming, and ultimately futile. I did find a bike shop that might be able to put some air in my two flat tires, IF I haul it across town AND somehow ignore the soft-core porn pasted on all four walls (floor to ceiling). This may a perfect candidate for "would you rather..."

Visited five separate ski rental shops, searching for the lowest price and the most obnoxious neon one-piece ski suit around. Unfortunately, it turns out that renting a boring gray north face jacket is cheaper than an adult onesie that 1982 threw up on. How can that be correct? This is taking the hipster scene too far! I demand to be photographed skiing in the Andes wearing a neon pink jumper. Let's make it happen, Argentina, I've only got one chance.

That's about it. Boring, completely unproductive (unless you count eating my body weight in fat), and yet completely typical of my life here. I'm not sure if I'm doing something right or failing miserably at life. I've never felt so aimless...