While I can't quite match the jauntily arrogant tone he so artfully maintains (my ego makes itself apparent when you meet me and I brag about my mediocre dancing skills), I have been reading Dorothy Parker's book reviews in an effort to match such sass and wit.
This reading effort however has been cut dreadfully short by trying to see everyone in a far too time constrained week, my futile attempts to get home BEFORE the sun rises (I'm two for five at the moment) and trying to keep my head from falling off at three in the morning when I've been speaking spanish with colombians, spaniards and brazilians (see video below about how effing difficult this is), and then out of courtesy they switch to french. In which place I tell them I "comprends castellano mas o menos, tu vois."
There are many things wrong with that sentence.
Aside from battling the internet in a furious war to post my application video of me teaching a lesson on how to take european metro systems, and wandering the streets in a desperate hunt to see all of my friends before I depart (NO NO NO NO), I have bought a couple films to watch in La India with my sister/bestie IN FRENCH, and successfully gotten rid of half of my clothes. How, a politely curious reader might ask? Well for the first part I wasn't wearing them when I got rid of them (teehee) so the reception was less than enthusiastic one could say. Luckily my grandparents have trips planned to Les Etats Unis and have generously given into my requests for transportation of my beloved sweaters and such winter garb which is less than practical when faced with weather such as the following.
And now to take the salt and heat out of that wound, I present you with some spicy music I remembered from last night which tickled me in all the right places.
Ciao mi dearies, more constructive and educational things to come. Sometime soon anyways.
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