Argentina is the word that comes up automatically in the box that pops up underneath the google search box when you type in the letter 'A' beacause I look it up so many times. Actually going there doesn't seem like reality to me yet. It's such a dream. I can't even make a joke about it. My brain goes blank, my eyes get wide, my head starts tilting back, and all I can muster out is .... uhezzedoobee.... And that's just from looking at photos of the mountains. Do you realize where you are going to be snowboarding? Do you realize that the places you will be seeing only a tiny percentage have seen? This is crazy. Who does this? Is this my life? this is what goes on inside my head when I think about making the trek down south. Then I start jumping up and down making a high pitched buzzing noise ... just wait ... I'm sure all of you guys will hear it. Thursday, July 31, 2008
where i am going
Argentina is the word that comes up automatically in the box that pops up underneath the google search box when you type in the letter 'A' beacause I look it up so many times. Actually going there doesn't seem like reality to me yet. It's such a dream. I can't even make a joke about it. My brain goes blank, my eyes get wide, my head starts tilting back, and all I can muster out is .... uhezzedoobee.... And that's just from looking at photos of the mountains. Do you realize where you are going to be snowboarding? Do you realize that the places you will be seeing only a tiny percentage have seen? This is crazy. Who does this? Is this my life? this is what goes on inside my head when I think about making the trek down south. Then I start jumping up and down making a high pitched buzzing noise ... just wait ... I'm sure all of you guys will hear it. 
a job
I left his apartment in tears like all good girls do. I'd been trying to cry for the last 3 weeks because I knew this would happen. Walking, bicycle busted, down a narrow street at 4am, headphones on. Pass two Seciomarts and I'm back at my tiny apartment. Finish up packing and I'm going west. Fuck. what am I gonna do? Fiona's heading to Chile. Only so much money in my pocket. plane tickets and I gotta head home to Indiana for a very important wedding of a very important friend. 3 hours until my airport bus, no sleeping. check my email one last time and I hear that skype buuuuulup. Hey, it's that guy from that camp. sweet. ... what? you guys want me? huh ... uh... this has gotta be a joke. From an emotional low to an emotional high, I was more fucked up than that day I convinced myself I didn't exist.
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