creativity or insanity?

if youre wanting to read something with fluidity that makes sense, avoid this section. while i was down there i went on a little introverted creative spree (both with the help of a friend and without). i wrote, drew, listened to music, played violin, watched people, and thru it all let my mind go. i didnt let the standard of normalacy stop me. it was a good time.



this is the most beautiful part of Argentina that i've seen so far and its right in front of my apartment. (by the way, i live on the 13th floor with a seventy year old bipolar woman). im in the square at plaza italia with the heroic caballero. the flowers are lavender and the dirt and rocks are a worn out iron red and with dusk settining, theyre a hand-in-hand fit. the weather is unbelieveably soothing tonight. im wearing my sexy grandma's sweater, loose pants, my curly mane pulled back, and of course my chacos.. and i dont give a shit that i look like this, oh wait, maybe i do, but its comfortable. im sharing a forest green painted wooden bench with an elderly gentleman, and i just watched two business men make their exit. im glad friendships exist - that people communicate. theres this guy in white shirt to the diagonal left of me and he looks anxioulsy aware, but hasnt moved a muscle except to find me staring at him. creeper?
maria, man....my attitude...i wish she wasnt such a pain in my ass.
look up. hand stop. look up. these are just words. live. just freaking do it.


this is my roomate courtney and my host mom, maria torres.
my roomate was pretty rockin. we had completely different schedules and she had a boyfriend so we never hung out much. but she finished school before i did and all of her friends left and so we started hanging out towards the middle/end.


reminder: things you CANNOT do while in public...
cup boob for comfort.
slouch with legs spread.
talk.
(benjamin, if you read that, i can only imagine youre laughing hysterically. i hope so).