Velha Infancia

i just got back from playing poker with noisy and some of his friends, i think i only won about two hands and that's only cause joe was helping me on the sly. good thing only my pride was on the line, and not my clothes or my money--that would have made for a much more interesting night.
anyhow, finals are done and i can officially say that i have 100 years of middle eastern conflict ingrained in my memory, in case anyone is interested in picking my brain (that is such a disgusting phrase, by the way). i should feel happy, but i just feel tired. on the way back to e.l. in the car don and i listened to tribalistas and it made me really sad-- thinking about warmer weather and argentina, among other things...

Eu gosto de voce
E gosto de ficar com voce
Meu riso e tao feliz contigo
O meu melhor amigo e o meu amor

funny how songs and letters of recommendation can do that to you. fucking a.