Balla Baby

8 days and as many high school reunions later, its time to say good-bye to Urbana (or Shurbana as Elly would call it) and head up to Crystal Lake for WSC. I havent spent this much time in Illinois since before I left for Argentina, so it was really nice to see some old friends and catch up a bit... and by catch up I mean go to the bar every night except Christmas Eve and drink more than I have in the last 4 months at school. I dont know what it is about this town, but these fools don't mess around with their bar hopping! so now its almost 3 am the night before I have to drive 3 hours to Chicago and I'm definitely a bit tipsy thanks to Niels and his Vanila Sex :) Its funny because everytime I come back I realize how much fun I have with my friends here, even though I harly ever see or talk to them throughout the year. Whitney is still a Victoria Secret's Angel, Kristel will still kick your ass if you fuck around, Laura is still French and Niels is still addicted to text messaging. the theme song of this week would have to be balla baby (girl, i know you do the nasty!) played at top volume in the get-away vehicle as we flee sketchy Champaign guys.

xmas 05 hit-list:
Whit's sugar cookies
Jay-Z's Black Album
boyfriend stealing and the drama
the tin foil pipe
shot-glass checkers
the office, barfly, guidos, boltinis, the one without a name
the circuit city guy that we ALL knew
the bourne identity! (and all 5 of the movies niels and i tried to watch)
el duraznito laptop
@US sales internship... NYC?

all in all, i would have to say that they were 8 days well spent :P

p.s. I bought my first computer ever yesterday, which is exciting and it means I am officially not living in the stone age anymore! circuit city has the best customer service ever and i'm still wondering why i didnt give him my number.

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.

saturday night in the pimp pad

so, its saturday night. today was an unproductive, but somehow fulfilling day. i did some work (but not enough), watched some tv, had dinner at max & erma's and even got a little desert for the road ;)

i should be studying for my last exam on Monday (which is the whole reason i decided to stay in tonight) -- the arab-israeli conflict has already taken over my life and my dreams-- but i just cant bring myself to study. instead, i am indulging my text message habit and eating teddy grahms with sarah and cha-chi. its snowing pretty hard outside, but i have this warm fuzzy feeling inside which is either the result of that anxious feeling you get around finals (when you realized you are completely screwed) or too much chocolate. i have a sneaking suspicion it might be the latter.

sarah is forcing us to listen to christmas music, does anyone else think this could be defined as cruel and unusual punishment?

Sex & the City episode of the day: Models and Mortals. Strangely, this actually ties into my day. Guess which one I am :)

perfect gentleman

all i have to say is: just cause she dances go-go, that don't make her a ho, no.

gotta love necto's :)

tour de france

I think i have a substance abuse problem: text messaging. at first it seemed so innocent-- a few messages here and there, a couple of greetings during a boring class, and before you know it you're being charged by 50 cents a word extra on your cell phone bill.
as a wise badger once told me, AIM is the lowest form of human communication, but its just so damn fun. If AIM is like caffeine, text messaging is definitely my cocaine. not good. i can't afford to sustain this addiction, but last time i checked there was no patch for text message addicts.

oh, and if anyone knows what "gamblerette" means, i would appreciate a translation. i have a sneaking suspicion i was just insulted via the text... the shame.

This is college. We don't have time to learn.

--SSC & CMF

If it was every night, he'd be my hero.

--our lovely Spaniard

The Beginning...

The Night We Ate Too Much Cake:

A Story in Haikus by Amber and Colleen

AIESEC obsession
has taken over my brain --
should be studying.

watching sex and city
baking to procrastinate
pass the frosting please

no one marries the
Up-The-Butt-Girl; I am
more than just a hole

Sexiled upstairs in
the VIP Room with cake
wish we had rabbit.

Pimp Pad does Lud'cris
Ludacris does the Pimp Pad
we all win in end.