I can't go to sleep : (

So I write on the blog. Oh my gosh you guys. It is SO HOT right now. Liiike I can't go to sleep. It was really warm today, and I was lugging a huge purse around so I got real hot, but tomorrow it's seriously supposed to be like 90 degrees. Where did this come from??? I wanted it to be warm, but not that drastic of a jump! I'm going to have to find a place with air-conditioning to hang out at all the time or just get used to be in a constant state of sweating. It almost makes me want to cut my hair! But it's gotten so long and at least until I get back to the US, I want to keep it that way. We'll see. I don't look good w/ short hair anyways. It just gets hot.
I absolutely have to mention the play I went to see tonight, called Medea. IT WAS THE MOST BALLER THING I'VE EVER SEEN. It was modern, messed up, great cast, in spanish, great set and use of "props" (water!), i had a seat in the second row!, and it was just nuts. The main character was a woman who just freakin went crazy in her life, and it was so messed up but wonderful at the same time! haha I have to read it to go back and catch everything... oops. I got the plot, just not all the social commentary.
Oh! also epic. I may have made another kiosk friend! haha okay. so he works the kiosk on the street perpendicular to mine that I always go down to get the the larger street, Santa Fe which connects me everywhere. SO. I pass him like every day when I'm either on my way home at night or leaving, etc. [He works the night shift... it's not that hard to figure out. It's not like a keep a neighborhood watch of his hours haha]
And so this is bad but a couple times when I've wanted chocolate and I don't have any at home of course, I would go to the kiosk [basically a vending machine... gosh this makes me sound compulsive !!] and buy one. from this guy. So he knows who I am, and every time I pass he always greets me. The equivalent of, hey, how's it going? And I always just say good and keep walking. So tonight on my way back from the play, it was crazy hot and as I hadn't been to my kiosk in awhile, I decided to get a water. And he normally has this crazy curly huge fro going on, which is a bit much, but i swear you guys he straightened it tonight, and he SOOO looked like Michael Jackson HAHAHA. like he should never do that again. but regardless. [this story is so pointless, sorry]
where i'm going with this is that he asked me my name!!! HAHA and his name is gabriel. how precious. such a latino name, esp. with the accent on the "e." anyways. it's just, how many kiosk workers really ask people their names.... isn't it normally like, yes, sir, that gum will be 50 cents. so I think this is a sign that we are friends. the true test is whether he remembers or not. If next time I see him, he says "Hey, Emily," it's going to be official haha. I want him to be my little buddy, but gosh that probably won't happen. But at least it's nice to say hi when I pass. I'm totally satisfied w/ the friends i have, but I've realized it's really really fun to make new ones too. so gabriel. always gonna remember him. nice kid. He's probably like 17 and that would be upsetting haha
I really need a break. that sounds bad! but it's so true. I am just tired. I am ready for these papers to be over. I have 3 and 1 take-home written final, and 1 is sort of almost done. Deadlines just give me hernias. That's inappropriate and not true, but metaphorically yes. I am actually very very happy with the capacity of info that I have learned about the complexities of this country in such a short amount of time. I probably know more about the history of Argentina than a lot of people who live here. Okay, maybe that's not true, but it's a lot. And I love it. Because it's so messed up and complicated and brings up so many themes. Which makes it hard to condense into 15 pages of analyisis haha
Okay. I am like literally in the inferno right now. Supposedly there's a fan somewhere under my bed... Immabout to whip that out. Like, how do you not be hot... I need to find strategies. Starting with the fan.
Peace and happiness. No, something that sounds cooler... ummm... haha the ebonics translator says: peace an' happiness and shit. I'm sorry. It's a translation. NOT MINE. "ain't nothin but a g-thang" translates to: ain't nothin but uh g-thang an don't make me pull mah gat!

and with that. love. emily