"TÚ ERES ARTE!"

¿Que fue, locos?

I'm singing all day tomorrow, for my acto poético. I'm so excited, it's not even funny. Annie is making a tin-can telephone thinger where people can tell anonymous secrets to one another, and if I understood her correctly (and I don't think I did), Lorena is going to have people write down everything they think before they go to sleep and then she's going to put all the thoughts into a big bin and then she's going to sleep in it, or something. I am just singing everything I say for a whole day.

But I think Falco liked my idea the best (shhh, don't tell anyone) and made me sing the presentation of my idea, just as a sample. Haha. He lent me his digital voice recorder so I could record myself singing, and then I'm going to present my recording to the class next Tuesday. I picked tomorrow to do it because I have two classes, plus Annie and I have plans to go to the mall, plus we usually go out to Metal Bar (okay, that's not its name, but it's more helpful to refer to it as "Metal Bar" rather than "Psycho") on Thursdays.

I decided not to tell anyone what I was doing, at least for tomorrow. If anyone asks why I'm singing, I'm just gonna say I feel like singing, or Why not?, or Because it makes me happy. If on another day they want to ask me, I'll tell them it was a poetic act for my art class, but for the time being, it's my secret. It's going to be a challenge, but I think it's going to be fun.

Plus, Tiputini Biodiversity Station the day after tomorrow, and we'll be chillin' in the Amazon for four days. Our plane leaves at 9AM, and it's a half-hour by plane, two hours by canoe, two hours by bus, and another two hours by canoe. There's no malaria threat, except on the river, so Maricarmen (the program director for USFQ) told us to just slather on the bug spray and not even worry about the malaria prophylactic. Apparently--and I probably have mentioned this before--the meds cause crazy nightmares, and people who have taken it have had their trip ruined by them.

In other news, I turn twenty in like a week and some change, and I think that'll be a fun time. Twenty really isn't such a huge deal, but I won't be a teenager anymore and that means something, I guess. I found a place where I can make calls to the United States for 7cents/minute, so maybe I'll start making some phone calls? The worst thing about not having a computer is that I can't listen to any music. Soooo sad.

Anyway, I should do some homework, or something.

Chao,
Gina.