girls, girls, girls.

yesterday there was a huge protest and thousands of people took to the streets to march and to show their solidarity against the president.

alex says that things here are ran like a farm, but i think there´s something lost in the translation.

it´s been raining every day here, which makes it cold in the morning and more and more often i´m finding that it takes the motivation of smoking a cigarette to get me out of bed in the morning.

yesterday la Consuelo changed my bed sheets, now the color scheme clashes wildly and, who knows? that act could be solely responsible for the death of thousands of people in a couple of hours, or centuries.

last night i dreamt in french, and i was talking to my literature professor in french, because in my waking life i know he can pronounce a couple of words with a decent accent.

in my dream his french was fluent, though, and i noticed my accent was getting worse. i woke up wanting to go to europe, and wondering why i had a quite strange or more than amiable relationship with an anonymous fat girl in my dream.

i saw a good argentine movie last night called "historias minimas" which means "minimal histories" or "minimal stories", or something entirely different. i went home and read "the argentine writer and tradition" by borges, and i think i got something out of it, but i´m still not quite sure as to what "gauchesque" means.

my blog is a fucking waste of time and space. or at least i need to die and be born once to ever write in this blog again. i´m starting to hate it.

why is every singular thing so fucking fleeting and ghost-like? it´s meaning seems to already be floating away with the wind as soon as it is.

an author has said that due to the fact that we´re mortal beings we walk around like phantoms, never sure of the moment in which we´ll cease to exist, always in a hurry, anxious.

i leave you with a quote from my mother, which is probably a lot more interesting than anything i´ve written in this post thus far (i´m not sure why, but i found it humorous):

Hey back from Las Vegas. I felt sorry for all the people there using their bodies to make money.alot of mexicans are at each street corner handing out leafets (sic) for girls,girls,girls.