even though i'm legit

hoy me estaba flojeando por la sofa como siempre, y me dije 'para ir pensando, tengo una hora que me falta para tener que irme a trabajar... imaginate si yo me pasara un medio de ella trabajando, que tan limpo pudiera lograrse estar la casa?' asi puse quelque musica de media hora y me puse trabajando en la cocina y en mi dormitorio. aun son sucios.
this was the last night of the tyvek chemical-resistant jumpsuit. i had torn off the feet to accomodate shoes and splattered chocolate pudding, and the hole in the crotch was between obscene and distasteful. duylinh was marissa tomei with the big brother magic hooded orange fading frat sweatshirt. the first a woman with an autistic child had an unpleasant encounter with tata, the second was more white people than i care to deal with, as an auto-racist. we sat on the couch pointing at people and saying numbers from zero to six. i convinced one man to give me a glass of whisky using only hand signals. we walked home watson style. seeing frank toiling over a large bottle of soy sauce shattered on the kitchen floor, duylinh commented that it was unhealthy for him to go this long without sex.

unconventional the three to the four to the fifth dimensional

for halloween i wear the tyvek chemical suit splattered with chocolate pudding and a large hole in the crotch i had to tear off the little booties so i could use the legging to shroud my kicks. at my insistence, duylinh wears my big brother magic sigma psi omega frat orange sweatshirt with a hood and a smile. que serotes que hay en la casa incluyendo alguien del drunk blacklist. i'll let it slide since it's halloween. they mailed me some forms to fill out. espero estar mandado a algun lado en centroamerica o sea las islas polinesiaticas

striĂŠe

doctor gloria stands right in front of me and her hand gestures are like she is pointing at me. she tells us about the coupled-normativity. if you are not with someone it suggests you are from a dysfunctional family. they mentioned the sexism in tec de monterrey the girls in the dormitory have strict rules. i think these girls are so meticulously jeweled and preserved that their parents would not put them any place without these rules.
they have rusty chicken wire stretched over teed poles that vines should grow in. there are only pieces of fallen bark in the interstices. i think i do not listen if i am hungry, because the professor would say the five characteristics of progressive families then i recall some incident from my childhood then she says number three. i know she'll ask for five of them on the final. she follows me into the bathroom. i think the professor has influenced her to challenge the institution of gendered constructions of bathrooms.

but you can't stay here

oh i like the air right before the rain, it is charged with some electric field. no really it is, a physics book said so that before the storm... i trained while we were in class and the girl says "il fait pleuve" and then clapped her hands because she remembered how to say it. ces conards n'ont jamais envie de parler en français. then when i walk the air is steamy and the festering dead grass lets up the faint smell you associate with sweating and feeling sticky. estÊ es mi primero puesto a nomadlife.org.

whoo

i read the story of the guy's funeral and a bunch of sons of the same name as the deceased show up and all meet eachother for the first time. you will think it is funny, but Diablo's uncle played the same trick. you have the last laugh when you die and they discover your prank after you are dead and no one can go back and yell at you. i gave my peace corps application. i like the idea: just send me off somewhere and put me to work. i don't care where it is, don't tell me until i get there. well i should know about the climate before hand so i know what clothing to bring. i am writing a series of short essays about pictures or related to pictures i took during the summer. i will post them on here

ahora tengo cinco mas deberĂ­a haber entregado ocho por este punto, pues sigo tratando y intentando meterme en una de esas bibliotecas, las cuales tienen escritorios privados por donde se puede olvidar todo su ambiente y creer que todo lo que existe son las papeles por su vista.

casa chica

estoy de vuelto en blogging, despues de perder la esperanza para aiesec.ws y
despues de olvidar mi personaje virtual por los acontecimientos de la realidad mas
real. estando con novia vietnamita, tengo miedo de perder siendo capaz de tener
oportunidades de usar espaĂąol. serĂĄ que he olvidado mi gente latina? no puede ser,
por eso me gustarĂ­a que este blog permanece escrito en dos o a veces tres o cuatro
idiomas.

i need to get back to that old sickness of blogging, my wrists had stopped aching and
i was having more time to do schoolwork and cook. for everyone in nomadlife, i am
here let's keep the revolution.