Today I handed in my final paper for my FLASCO class. It was 12 pages, in Spanish, and it took me something like 12 hours to write — easily 8 of which were spent reading celebrity gossip on the Internet. (Madonna and Guy Ritchie? What's up with that?) That begins to explain how incredibly bad it was. Then again, it was better than the story I wrote earlier in the semester about a man who walked through a mirror and into a room where Hitler and Videla were plotting to take over the world.
So anyway, now all I have left is UBA assignments. For Genocidas, a paper that Cassie and I are writing on the ramifications of colonialism in Algeria and Rwanda, and for Literatura Latinoamericana II an oral final, which I've chosen to do on Horacio Quiroga. (Never mind that I skipped the lecture on him and have yet to read a single one of his stories. There's apparently one about a bug that lives in pillows and kills people. He sounds awesome.)
So far today, to procrastinate, I have watched "The Simpsons" online, eaten ice cream, and talked with my host mom for an hour about what she should do when she visits New York in few weeks. I also went out to dinner for Daniel's going-away celebration, but I am in denial about that and will pretend it didn't happen. Although the beans were delicious.
This entry had no point except to not be doing real work.
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