right now

i feel pretty awesome.

this weekend is going to rock.

keyboards are heavy.

my hair is long.

i shaved last night.

it is cold outside.

i can't wait until April.

maybe she'll cut my hair then

Super Bowl

The panthers should have made some better management decisions such as releasing Jake Delhomme's dumbass from the roster at least a year ago, but this is neither here nor there. The NFC south will at least be represented in the Super bowl, and that is at least exciting to hear in some estranged and detached sentiment. Peyton Manning might have too much on his hands in this one. Since I've been here, I giddily type in nfl.com each Sunday to catch the highlights of the week, hoping that the panthers would magically take us to the superbowl. These of course were delusions of grandeur. Nonetheless; I'll be entering a Spanish bar, to watch the superbowl outside of the states for the first time, and can only imagine what the Spaniards will be saying in response to each play.

At least they won't feel obligated to yell uncomfortably mispronounced sports outbursts like - "C'mon!"

or

"GODAMNIT DONALD!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VS-90x1op4s&feature=player_embedded

^make sure to watch this

piggy bank

I´m going to break mine and buy some plane tickets right now to Amsterdam. Then spend the next 2 months hoarding canned food, bread, rice, and lunchmeat. As I sit in the dark combining all of these things into some banefully edible concoction, I will make sure to turn off the heat to save even more. All of this self inflicted suffering will be so I can buy and break a new piggy bank when I go to Amsterdam, and visit some other cities around Spain in the weeks to come. I am childishly excited about the non-plans that I have in the Netherlands ; typically I´ll find myself waiting until the last days to make my ¨plans¨, or surrounding myself with people who just don´t make plans, but this time I am going to make some killer plans. I´ve found you can save almost 30-40% on train and bus prices in Spain if you buy your ticket at least a few weeks ahead of time. The nomenclature of said prices and tickets is displayed quite obviously on the web sites, but I am often too late to even see them or have the opportunity to see them.

By the way, I am going to stay in Spain for another year, and don´t really see myself changing location either since my school is great and the teachers are too. The end of March is going to kick ass. Plain and simple. Until then it´s hard work, or the idea of it, and getting more private classes to increase my funds. It´d be nice if I could get some government subsidized housing that had a pool, weightroom, and game room.

Oh to dream...

Confundido

The heart of winter is approaching and as is typical, these become some of the hardest months. Countless thoughts flood my head constantly about inumerous themes, and not an answer remains after negotiating with myself. With my sharp banged city-guide, companion and more gone to the beaches, I have to take more initiative to encounter the art and night life that was once placed at my feet. I wish there was a middle road availiable to combine these facilities and not leave me wandering around alone after giving my private classes, or for an after dinner cigarette. I think that middle road is called time and patience

Last night left me the victim of insomnia after experimenting with my ¨persianas¨, or large metal shudders that cover my window so tightly and effectively that, when lowered to their full extent, they turn my room into a nocturnal lair of snooze. The doldrums that result from this darkness are absolutely ridiculous and change the abstract philosophy of time altogether. I can wake up at 8am or 2pm with these things down, and it will appear the same ¨time¨from my bed. They are awfully dangerous and because of this I decided to attempt sleeping with them all the way up last night. After having slept with them down for the past couple of months, I was not used to having obnoxious pink street light pouring through my window, and was forced awake like Kramer on the episode of Seinfeld when the Kenny Roaster opens next to his apartment.

So now I am tired as balls, left my coffee in the microwave, only had a mandarin for breakfast, and am plagued by all sorts of old and new thoughts. I need to go run a few miles or something.

Mr.Marbles????

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMjgHBnpeV0

Tangles

Current thoughts :

I hate headphones. Why? Ok, well there are many reasons. First of all - none of the damn things fit into my tinier than thou ears, which is typically their job and position in life. I mean maybe that is my fault genetically, but come on how can some headphones just NOT fit in my ears? Second - the way these wires seem to intricately tangle themselves instantly in my pockets absolutely baffles me and leaves me cursing out loud in public. Thirdly - I feel that I must listen to them almost as loud as possible to get the sound into my tiny ears because they are not as far in as they should be, and because of this I am useless in a public situation. Lastly - I just can't deny that I love listening to music in them and shutting myself out from the world every once in a while. Thus I throw myself into the same vicious cycle that is enjoying music and being absurdly agitated at the same time.

Spanish people are oblivious to ethics. I think.