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Delightful indeed...

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Dear Diary:

Regarding my last post... SUCCESS! Sweet, sweet victory! AAAhhhhh, take THAT "Miss" Cristina!

(And while it's most obvious I was feeling very frustrated while posting it, Charon's face still made me giggle. AAAhhhhh, you're the best, my dear demonic ferryman!)

Anyway, onto the story:

Well, that was my weekend. Very very worthy of being journalized, in my opinion. I must leave now, though, but worry not! I'll edit this entry and add MANY pictures so you can laugh at my horrible face see my stand and understand why I had such a wonderful time! 

Until then... good bye!

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EDIT: 

Okay peeps, here's the deal: the photos turned out a way too dark in my opinion (damn that flash! does anyone know how can I make them lighter?) but since I made a promise (and I happen to be a *GOOD* ex-boy scout, mind you!) I'll post some of them now. Don't you feel happy about that?? 

Yeah, I'm being sarcastic about that... XD  

And well, that's it for now! I've got lots of other photos of course but I cannot post them all! Anyway people, hope you like them and if you have the time to help me with that problem, I'll be very grateful!

Dear Diary:

Well... I think it's about time I posted this meme-thing, right? After being pseudo-tagged by our good old

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Every day has its ups and downs. It's easy for us to remember the person who was rude to us, the elevator we just missed, the stone in our shoe that bugged us all day, the person behind you in the theatre who just wouldn't shut up... Good things happen to us too, if we only stop focusing on the negative long enough to notice.

Your challenge is to post five good things that happened to you today. They don't have to be stupendously amazing; they can be as simple as sunny weather. Then, tag anyone you think needs to be reminded to have a good day.

1) I had to prepare a short speech for my "International Negotiations" class based on an essay about the Bombings in Atocha, Madrid I turned in last week. Since the class starts at 8:00 am and finishes 9:20, I obviously had to be there before but, alas, I overslept and woke up at 9:00 am. Seems like a rant, doesn't it? Well, I somehow managed to be at the University just 7 MINUTES after I opened my eyes, arrived before the professor left and managed to give my speech to a bored-yet-still-present class! How COOL is that, huh?! YYYYEEEEEEEEE!!!
2) I got to help a chilenian girl called Joyce (yeah, like James Joyce. Though that's her *actual* name... odd parents, ah?) lending her my notebook, which was promptly photocopied. That made me smile.
3) I asked a colombian girl I like - called Paola - if she wanted to go with me and some friends (possibly mexican) to a costume party an argentinean friend of mine (called Andrés) will hold at his house this saturday. And she said yes!  (pictures coming soon people!)
4) I went to eat pizza with Carl, an economy major from the USA. He's not THAT talkative but his spanish is excellent.
5) I took Ezequiel, the dog (the student's house owner's pet) for a long walk, which rather please both of us. 

And now, I'll tag 
Will try and write a entry tomorrow, people, though I make no promises... but I'm itching to use this journal more. After all, I have readers to torture, anecdotes to keep and all sorts of fun stuff!

But before I leave... I wanna say the low point of my day was having to attend my Enviromental Laws class and having to stand both a boring, totally spineless substitute teacher AND a bunch of guys and gals who wouldn stop talking - in loud voice, mind you - during the WHOLE class!! Come on, people! The fact we're dealing with a crappy, boring professor doesn't mean you have the right to disrespect him in such way! And the rest of us! (the three of us who were actually paying attention...). 

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Dear Diary:

Well, I don't do this often (especially since I tend to be quite unmoved by displays of nationalism) but since I've met several good mexicans lately and I *am* gonna go to a party (which will apparently be awesome! Need to be invited by a mexican and thankfully, I've go that covered) in the Mexican Embassy tonight at 8:00 pm...

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, MEXICO!!

The actual independence day is on Sep 16th, but I wanted to use this opportunity to congratulate mexicans everywhere. Now, if *ANY* of them were reading my journal... ;P

... it's easy when it's rather mild and comes and goes every now and then. Especially since it's the ulterior consequence of having enjoyed some tasty meat meals, all of which accompanied with wine and beer. Tatatatan!!! I'll ignore Gout from now on! *is joking*

Hello my dear WebBlog! 

Taking into account I haven't wrote anything in ages (or in what feels like ages: I'll be back to this in a moment), I've decided that another update was more than due. Not that you've missed me or anything  (if you have, PLEASE fill me in: preventing mankind's demise at the hands of sentient net-programs would go nicely in my resume!) but I'm sure some of my readers will be pleased to know I'm not dead yet. Or so I wanna think... *wink wink*

So far, I've met several kinds of people at the UB (Universidad de Belgrano): some quiet, some sarcastic, open and friendly, some WAY too friendly... and while I cannot say I've stopped missing my friends back at home (I call the closest of them "brothers" for a reason: they are special to me. But neither of them shall ever read this journal! MUAJA!) I think I've found good, kind people here as well. 

But let's start from the beginning, shall well? 

During the first day of class I met two mexican students: a girl called Bárbara and a guy called David, both cool and everything. Had dinner with them at a café close to school and while the place looked nifty it was a most PRICEY experience, especially since I ordered a simple chicken sandwich and ended up with a little and pathetically overpriced version of the yummy treat I envisioned in my mind so... not a cool combination. Despite this I had a good time wih the two of them and even got the girl's number: "So far, so good" - I told myself with a smile, unknowing of the happenings that would take place just a few days after that... (doesn't it sound like a lame attempt of sounding melodramatic? JEJEJE...).

Well, it's a rather long posts my boys so we'll leave it there. Stay tuned! I promise I'll tell you all about my attempts at cooking and how I wouldn't have survived without some guidance! 

Good night, my dear blog-space in the interwebs!

What've been up to lately, you say? Well, since classes are bound to start on Monday 31th (And as far as I know, at 8:00 am... way to go, Carlos Alberto) I've been pretty much lazying around this last days ooooor... not. To be truthful, I've actually been somewhat busy and haven't achieved many of the things I planned to do for this week, one of them seeing Giselle and hanging out with her. Despite being alone most of the time, I haven't had much time for getting bored: I still need to get a Debt Card from the French Bank (they request a National Identification Card (as in, emitted by the Argentinian government. They won't accept passports as valid documents anymore due to the rampant money-laundering, committed mostly by foreigners), something that might take me a while to get so poo... they too request me to have other things like a Direction Registry in a Police station (just got that covered though I had to pay 10 pesos and it'll be delivered to my current house)), as well as finding dad's book and all in all, doing other little and annoying things; one of them being getting a new cellphone (which I just did! No camera, though: way too pricey). Still, I've visited several places and I'm planning to both go to the city's amusement park (Oh Mighty Roller Coaster, here I COMEEEEEEEEEE!!!) and see my aunt Roxana on THURSDAY (she's coming with her family for a couple days and that means I get to see them all... and perhaps eat with them) so I'm happy.

And for other good news, I've finally found a place to live! (thank God! I won't have to sleep under a bridge now!): It's a good, quiet (perhaps tooo quiet) house with a somewhat paranoid owner but in the end, she seems like a "Good Egg", as my friend Asteria would say. I'm currently rooming with a fellow peruvian named Bruce, who seems like a very good guy so far: rather friendly and well-adapted to this city and the very particular isiosyncracy of it's inhabitants (the poor guy has been studying in Argentina for about two years and still has a year to go! He misses Perú but he returns every summer to hang out with his friends) and is best friends with a guy I hated when I was a kiddo! Well, it's not like I've seen the brat in five years or so. He seems very good at cooking (I SO SUCK at cooking!! I don't know how I'll survive! That is, without eating at restaurants all the time and running out of money fast. Oh, dad will have my blood for this) and perhaps he'll appreciate having some Pisco Sour prepared by yours truly! (**) Another good thing about staying in that house is that we two have a bathroom for ourselves... with a Jacuzzi and hidromassage! WOOT! 

Onto another thing, now: I've been worried about not making many friends around here (I'm not antisocial but I'm usually a bit anxious about social situations like this one) but since I don't want to be alone during all this months I've decided to make an effort and increase my "sociability" level a tad more and I proved that resolution today by befriending a very cute spaniard girl named María Elena (who has a brazilian boyfriend but oh well... at least I can have her as a friend, if I'm in any of her classes). While this was a very simple happening it gives me hope: I feel that I won't be alienated and that's a good feeling, I say!

Argentina is very different culturally-wise from Perú, not only in the way each country consider itself (argentineans are FAMOUS for their smugness but I should refrain myself from mentioning this in front of one!) but the way they talk (UGH! I DO NOT wanna start speaking like them! People will laugh at me when I'm back to Lima!) and besides, the time most stores, banks and likewise places close is, to put it simple, TOO FRICKING EARLY!! Many things I need aren't avaliable after 6:00 pm, can you believe it?!. Regarding the banks, I have a little anecdote I feel I must share with you (took place on Tuesday and it was about 4 pm):

Me (to a random police officer): "Good afternoon, sir. Could you please tell me at what time will the French Bank finish the lunch break and re-open?"
Policeman: *looks a bit confused* "Lunch Break, you say? I'm sure it won't open until tomorrow"
Me: *looks WAY more confused* Eeer... what do you mean? I'm sure they will... at what time do banks close around here?"
Policeman: *looks at me like I'm from Mars or something* "At THREE o'clock, of course."   
Me: NO WAI!!!111!
Policeman: YA RLY...

Well, perhaps it's didn't go EXACTLY like that but I was absolutely surprised at the sheer absurdity of the situation: in Perú most banks close at 6 o'clock, so as you can see I TRULY felt like I had arrived on my spaceship from Mars... to the land of the Lazy Aliens.  Oh. My. God...

Anyway, I couldn't finish this entry without telling I now officially HATE rain, storms and most of all, hail.
Let's include a little introductory note: here in Argentina, and contrary to Lima, it rains. With great intensity, to the point they have huge storms every now and then (the most we get to see in my city is some little, petty drizzle). I was prepared for everything (in my mind) since I left my "new home" carrying my good, but-not-so-trusty umbrella. Everything was good and stuff until I left the pizza place I chose for eating lunch: while I ate there, I noticed the news people were talking about something rather odd: Hail, in Buenos Aires! As soon as I left the place I opened my umbrella, prepared for the worst... which indeed came: it was first POURING and then, the stones (the ice fell to the ground in really BIG pieces, I tell you. And despite my surprise, it turns out it wasn't too hard around the place I was since the hail managed to break car and building windows in some places of the Center. They were so big I'm sure they could have  easily killed a person). I seeked refuge in the hall of a building nearby and the people beside me were commented on how odd this was; most trees lost their little branches. After the hail passed I decided to leave (as I had to get to the University) but I still had to walk under the rain and face the strong winds that felt a lot like slaps across my face. It was SERIOUSLY terrible... and after a few hours everything appeared normal. 

I so hope we don't get snow. I'm sure it's lovely but I know, too, that I wouldn't stand it for far too long.