I can't understand anyone and no one understands me.
Today my list of words were: reclusive (apartado), overwhelming (the verb "to overwhelm" is abrumar), accustomed to (acostumbrado), convey (transmitir), to miss (faltar a), and awkward (torpe is clumsy and incomodo is uncomfortable, but neither word really worked for what I was trying to say).
I know so many things! I know about Haruki Murakami and the Constitutional Convention and how to make bread and the Decembrists and how to spell really hard words and all about the Fourteenth Amendment! But I can't say anything. I KNOW ALL THE LINES IN RUSHMORE AND SHREK BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING TALK!!
-----OKAY, I wrote that a long time ago.-----
I mean, it was only a few hours, but I was really sad. But then I talked to my dad and then I chilled out and then some children came over and now I feel better.
I forgot to mention that last night there was a fiesta at an American-themed bar, Mulligan's, for the international students. It was like 150 drunk gringos trying to hear one another talk. And I put this on my Facebook, but for you luddites and elitists, I'll explain it again. When going out to meet people, I find it's best to have one hugely obnoxious distinguishing characteristic. Last night, mine was giant fake glasses. My theory is that people recognize the accessory and think, "Oh, I met those glasses last night! I bet I met that girl who is wearing them! I'm gonna go talk to her." Like when you can't remember someone from a club and you're like, "Snaggletooth is hitting on you" or "Red Shirt is ugly" or "I totally went home with One-Leg last night." You get it. So now I just have to wear these glasses every day until people actually know me for real and then I can take them off. Good system, right?
Also, tequila in the States is horrendous because it's Cuervo but here it's beautiful. I know this because after the allotted two beers per person at the party, people just kept drinking, despite having class the next day (today). Some dude named "Blind" Brian bought shots for Bess and I. His "blindness" (and not his checkerboard shirt) was his characteristic because when he introduced himself, Bess thought he said, "Hi, I'm blind" instead of Brian. Funny. I also met German Martin who was from Munich. He was super cute and wanted nothing more than to dance.
The music they chose for the party was interesting. I haven't heard much music here, and I can't find a decent record shop to hang out in. But at the beginning they were playing MGMT and MIA and DMX and other acronym recording artists, and then they switched to Latin-y salsa tango whatever music. And then towards the end, they started kickin' it old skool with Prince and Bob Marley and of course, the King of Pop himself. But it was good to drunkenly sing along to. The bar itself was very clean (it had a mouthwash dispenser in the bathroom!) and very well-decorated and laid out nicely. Basically, it was everything Mac's Bar is not. And I love Mac's. I miss it more than I miss any of you. Hahaha.
Anyway, that's it. I'm getting used to eating in the middle of the day, and I'm not as tired as I was yesterday (thanks, red blood cells!) and things are better. I have two classes tomorrow, starting at 10AM. I hope I don't miss my bus tomorrowww. I'm going to take the normal one instead of whatever Rosita told me to do....
Chao chao,
Gina.
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