Que leche.

Nothing too exciting has been going on since we went to the Mompiche last weekend.

Okay, Mompiche was amazing. It srs was paradise. It took us about eleven hours to get there (we left Quito at 1030PM and got there at 930AM), but the bus rides weren't too painful or expensive, so it was all good. I had never been to the Pacific Ocean before, so that made it all the more exciting. We went for a walk on the beach, took naps, went swimming and boogieboarding...

We made a lot of, er, interesting friends, too, from Ecua, Peru, Austria and who knows where else. One dude in particular, from Peru, wanted to know all the ways to say "to vomit" in English, which was so funny. Puke, barf, yak, throw up, blow chunks, toss cookies ("you know, like lanzar galletas!!")... he loved them all. Eli, Scott, Annie, and I were champions of tolerance because of the lower altitude.

Living in a music-less universe--to put it mildly--blows fucking ass. I can't wait till my compy gets here so I can resume my life of music snobbery (and Arrested Development). Whenever I get a chance to go on a computer, I immediately do to YouTube and listen to whatever first comes to mind. Right now, it's "Little Garcon" by Born Ruffians, and before that, it was "I Thank You" by Sam and Dave, and "A Cause de Garcones" by Yelle (Why there are so many little French boys in my musical world today, I have no idea. Maybe I'll listen to "Mon Petit Ami" by April March next...).

Today was about 80degrees and blindingly sunny. Just had to rub it in.

Annie, Bess, and I are going to Otavalo (again!) tomorrow morning, but only for the day. I want to buy a hammock and a sweater and some weird religious art (which, I assure you, there is no shortage of). We're leaving at 630AM, so no going out tonight. That's okay, I suppose, because last night we went out hard, heh heh. Wherever we go in La Mariscal, we always end up dancing at Huaina, where all the drunken gringos meet up at the end of the night to dance to the likes of DMX, Michael Jackson, and whoever sings The Macarena. Last night was sillier than usual, and we had a hilariously goofy time at Warholic, then Psycho (duh), then we met up with a million people and danced till 3AM at Huaina.

Maybe I should start doing homework... eh. I don't really want to. I know I'll be kicking myself for it later, but honestly, I'm totally burnt out on school. I don't want to go anymore, blah.

I shouldn't procrastinate anymore.
Peace out.

Gina.