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the world, or what a rich man lacks

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 13:11:37 GMT

so scarlet and black is a pretty good book. its less serious that i expected. en realidad, its more of a soap opera-smut type of novel. not really what i would expect to be a recommendation from kostopulos but whatever. he likes the magus too.

besides that, everything is pretty cool. we are wrapping up our project here. for the last few days we have been giving charlas on lidership. oh look at that. i cant spell. liderazgo, as they say here. my spanish is super mejor. actually, i only got a 3 on the AP spanish test, but no shame here. can i brag? i got a 5 in calculó. ooooooh....ahhhh. thats right. whatever. so spanish. i can converse now. yeah.

pablo is taking his weekly shower now. ohpah. i dont know how to spell that either.

oh, rachel has lice. i stay away from rachel. she is very embarrased that i am telling you all this but says that it is not her fault. none of you know her anyway, so whatever. poor rachel. everytime she finds a bug, she shows it to me. por suerte, i dont have itchy hair and bugs. hoorah. right now they are trying to call international office to get some medicine prescribed. que asco.

anyway, im out. ciao a uds. ¡nos vemos! capaz.

EDIT...
so more important things that i have forgotten...
- ive learned how to tango.
- i was one of snow whites four dwarves (yes, only four)
- we now have a skunk as a pet. and a falcon. the skunk is way cute. and clean, apparently. it hasnt sprayed anybody yet. its pretty much the most adorable and random pet ever.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 19:46:54 GMT

so, in chicago, they are trying to outlaw transfat....check that shit out

actually the article isnt that interesting. its just the fact that they are trying to outlaw transfat.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 13:56:09 GMT

so when i was about 8, my sister told me that hot dogs have fly wings in them. until about a week ago, i hadnt eaten one. and then i discovered that they are not so bad. and since that point, ive consumed about 10 of them. my family is big on hot dogs. the spanish word for hot dog is pancho. pancho also means geek.

so its kind of late to talk about, but...copa mundial...? i cheered for italy. and you all cheered for france. what is there to say but... boo yah. actually, the head butt kind of makes it equal.

we actually dont do much here. ive eaten a lot of roasted peanuts and soup. ive played ultimate frisbee with the biggest tramposos (cheating) youve ever seen. we have put off most of our work until the middle of the week, so between now and wednesday, we just get to laze around and drink mate. my life > yours

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Sat, 08 Jul 2006 01:13:29 GMT

today we walked around for six hours trying to sell raffle tickets. it was like selling girl scout cookies, only less successful.

who saw the new pirates of the carribean?

Uruguay is badass.

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 18:01:27 GMT

i have internet. and two adorable host sisters. i live on a ranch with horses, bunnies, chickens, cats, dogs, and geese. we have a two story home with heat, electricity, and running water. in the ranch there is also a house for the little grandma and a building with a huge stove and wooden countertops and lots of space that apparently is used for parties and such. i share the cutest room with one of my partners, rachel. it looks like something out of little house on the prairie, with two twin beds with wooden bedposts and matching pink sheets. my other partner, david, lives in the grandma´s cottage. oh, and the food is awesome. our host uncles listen to loud rock all thru the day. my post sucks, but i´m in uruguay, which is inherently cooler that wherever you are. except maybe for andi. but i don´t have to crouch around a heater for the one hour each day it is on to keep my body temperature from dropping drastically.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 06:17:28 GMT

so i guess i'm going to Uruguay. I never can sleep the night before going on a big trip. I always like to clean my room entirely and tie up all the loose ends. It seems like there's so much to do, but most of it is actually pretty unimportant. i'm actually just going to Chad's house tomorrow so I can be closer to the airport for Friday. Once I get there, I'm going to dump all my bags and reorganize everything. Because I'm crazy like that.

840 volunteer hours. i'll be back in the beginning of august. chad will be staying at my house in the meantime.

things i'll miss: dippin dots, summer clothes, godiva chocolate cheesecake, Mama Wu's House of Bling, the Express sale, emailing NuNu (my grandfather), English, Facebook, the Internet, Telephones, Sonic, a real bed, The Chad

that's my NuNu. Isn't he adorable??? I just organized all our pictures from Hong Kong into an album.

write to:

Katie Morris
Amigos de las Americas
Isabelle Blankmeyer
Carlos Maria Ramirez 119
Unida Zonal 4
Casilla #14051
Montevideo, Uruguay
S.A.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 04:22:57 GMT

I wonder how many kids there are out there right now in anguish over their SAT scores.

edit: MOTHERFUCKER...amigos is stupid

how to kill a vampire

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 23:27:40 GMT

The problem with vampires is these pesky bloodsuckers tend to hang around forever, if only in our imaginations.

	Steps:
1.	Look for a hole above a grave. Sometimes vampires have to dig their way out.

2.	Scatter salt on the floor in the vampire's latest victim's room. Help the vampire lead you right to his or her tomb.

3.	Use garlic, hawthorn branches, or a cross to trap your vampire in a corner. Protect yourself from revenge by making a cross of tar on your front door.

4.	Dig the vampire up on a Friday. According to the early Greeks, that's when a vampire is weakest. Take advantage of the day when vampires can't come out to play.

5.	Pound iron stakes through his coffin and straight into the ground if you catch him at rest.

6.	Bury his body under running water - vampires can't stand it.

7.	Fire a silver bullet blessed by a priest into his heart.

8.	Drive an aspen, ash or white thorn stake through his heart with a single blow if you want to make a lasting impression.

9.	Pour boiling water, boiling oil or holy water into his grave.

10.	Cremate his body or make a paste from his flesh for closure. Then sit down and feast on the beast.


	Tips:
	Remember that a vampire in a coffin always appears to be dead already. Examine the body closely and you'll see that the vampire is only breathing slightly, or perhaps not breathing at all.

	Brace yourself for plenty of loud screaming and wailing. Wear old clothes or a raincoat, because there's always lots of blood.

	Turn your vampire over in his or her grave if you forget your wooden stake. Make sure the vampire digs the wrong way if he or she tries to escape while you're running home to fetch the stake.


	Warnings:
	The undead tend to have extremely bad breath.

	Vampires sleep with their eyes open, so you'd better be quick.

	Russians used to think that a vampire's teeth were made of steel, making it possible to chomp through the coffin. Keep your hands and feet away from the vampire's mouth.

	Don't forget: Dracula and his ilk don't cast shadows, nor do they have reflections. Plus, they can change into bats or foggy mist instantaneously.

	Understand that you must succeed on your first attempt at terminating your vampire. Failure to do so could mean immortality for your victim.
from ehow.com, which includes "how to cope with bad food service" and "how to pick up a sailor."

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 04:05:04 GMT

"Why don't they show any porn in the morning? It's easy to get the rest up once your dicks up and about"

i just watched a movie called 101 Reykjavik, in which a 30-some year old sleeps with his mother's lesbian lover, whom he impregnates. The mother doesn't know and the happy lesbians decide to raise the child together. "Lola will be his mum, and my mum will be his dad. And I'll be his brother, but his father too, and the son of his dad and of his grandmother and his mothers ex-lover." The dude tries to kill himself in the wintery Icelandic mountains. but he fails. well. actually, he just got tired of laying in the snow and decided to go home.

EDIT: I really really really really really miss TAG. i can't really describe my feelings though. geez i'm weird.

that's not weird. gay republicans are weird.

Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:19:00 GMT

so. there's a beach boys concert in september in fayetteville. i know i know. they're about to die, right? well. i still want to see them, even if they are old and saggy.

good tickets, however, are pretty steep. and...guess who saved 35 to 120 dolla?

me me me!!!!

i, the good person i am, will be donatating my time to volunteer at said concert as an usher. ta-da! free concert!

volunteering is good for the soul.

EDIT: as chase (i think) pointed out, yes, some of them have died. and thus, this concert is not one of the beach boys of the 1960s. to replace those who have perished, holograms shall be utilized. just kidding. the current "beach boys" consist of bruce johnston and original band member mike love, who own the rights to the name. but it's still a free kickass concert.

p.s. today is my birfday. send me presents.