people say she’s crazy…

so, maybe you’ve spent some time with me in the last year, and have heard my threats to run away to mexico.

yeah, sometimes when i get really stressed out or pissed off, i think, “man. i should just steal a car and manejarme a mexico para vivir a la playa y beber todo el dia. y quizas trabajar en un bar o restaurante, y comer solamente pescado y tortillas (tacos de pescado. mmm.) y maiz y no tener preocupados ni necesidades que no puedo encontrar a la playa. y tambien re-aprender hablar espanol.”

things that make me think like this include:

finals

tech weeks

the government

finals, particularly the kind in certain BIP classes that serve as the concrete shoes of my GPA’s otherwise bouyant life, usually end up okay.

tech weeks, even the ones with the grandest menageries of megalomaniacal morons, also end up okay.

the government, i’m not so sure about. all i know right now is that every psychopath that hates america is dying for dubya to win this thing, because the more he does, the more people will hate us. john kerry is a douchbag but i’m voting for him anyway, largely because i don’t want to have to move to mexico to be able to feel like i’m living a complete life. maybe i will write the great mexican novel, since no one seems to be up to that lately. that’s a niche to be filled. anyway, i’ll be sure my casita has lots of guest rooms (or, um, corners?) for those of you who need relief.