breakage

Playlist:

Walkin' in Memphis - Marc Cohn

Holyman - Blind Melon

The Pusher - " " " "

Walk - " " " "

No Rain - " " " "

Eggs and Sausage - Tom Waits

Handlebars - Flobots

Semana Santa: secularly recognized religious holiday lasting slightly longer than one glorious week.

Official beginning: yesterday

List of activities to accomplish during said holiday: ni puta cosa.

Headin' off to Porto, Portugal for a few days tomorrow.

Should be nice.

Sun.

Beach.

Friends.

Ni puta cosa que tengo que hacer.

Bueno, I suppose that's kind of a lie. There are several books I should be reading for classes.

And really, I have two rather large trabajos finales looming in the near future.

Gonna suck.

I'm sure there will be the usual pointless, time-killing blog posts during that time.

And -

To those of you who have relentlessly demanded that my lazy self re-acquire some form of proof of American citizenship:

Got it.

Finally.

Minus visa and stamps to prove I entered the country legally.

So congratulations on your seeming victory, relentless demanders...

But homie's still illegal.

Story of my life.

The trip to the embassy was quite daunting. If you really want to know, send me a message and I'll tell you personally.

Somehow, after that visit, I feel as though I'm being monitored...

I'm too damn paranoid to write it here.

So. On this sunny, lazy Saturday of Semana Santa, I plan on having a nice conversation con la guitarra and packin' off to a picnic with some people.

Hope you all enjoy yours :D

Beccaniles

i don't even know.

This week's lost in translation moment:

Anonymous Spaniard: Noooo, Becca! How would you say in english...mmm...fijarse en alguien?

Me: Um, I guess you could say, "to focus on or pay attention to?" o algo como asi?

Anonymous Spaniard: Bueno, so I foked him, right? and-

Me: YOU WHAT HIM?!

quite a LOL moment.

Playlist:

Sultans of Swing (Live '85) - Dire Straits

Soul Man - Sam and Dave

November Rain (mainly the ending) - Guns 'n Roses

Bulletproof - La Roux

Gimme Some Lovin - The Toasters

I'm beginning to believe that I am actually dead. I simply have yet to realize it.

How else could I once again (fourth time in the past two weeks) sleep through an alarm, lying on my pillow, sounding at the maximum volume?

This is starting to get ridiculous.

Ah well.

So. For those of you who continue to judge me for my unrivaled laziness and apathy regarding administrative matters -

I have printed the forms.

I've gotten the pictures.

I'm going to the embassy tomorrow.

They'll probably refuse to issue me a passport on the sole grounds that I've waited literally 3 months after the robbery to file for another.

Making me an idiot.

Hmm. I can quedarme aqui.

I'm cool with that.

Bueno. Time to go.

Beccaniles needin' to earn some mahnies.

P.S. Soon to come:

Some words regarding "Demons" - probably the best book I've read to date.