Today was actually one of the best days I´ve had in a long time, and probably the best day I´ve had since I arrived. Since school has to go on while my classmates are in Puerto Madryn, the 11 of us who stayed behind (of a class of well over 100) are required to go to school and stay, but we honestly do nothing. For example, today we stayed in the classroom for maybe 10 minutes until we went outside. It was a nice day, in the mid-70´s. The 11 of us sat in a mis-shapen circle, drinking maté, swaping stories, soaking in the morning and early afternoon sun, and my friend Santiago played the guitar for us. He would try to play as many songs that were in english as possible so that I could sing too. But there we were, the 11 of us sitting in that circle and talking and finally for the first time, we understood everyone else, and I´m not talking about a language barrier. When someone would speak, they would listen. It was very respectable. I´ve not seen anything like it. Argentines are always talking to each other and being what Americans would call ´rude´. So today was a good day. A great day. I even kissed my brother. To top the day off, I´m going to go to the disco with Ariel, Leti, and Joli. Joli is depressed I think, Mamí seemed VERY angry when I asked her what was wrong. Maybe that´s just not something you do here, but my classmates are constantly asking me if anything is wrong. It can´t be. You know those lines in your hands, people call them lifelines because those are what´s read when you get your palms read. Well I have a bug bite RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF ONE OF MY LIFELINES. So I can´t move my hand. Period. It´s annoying shit, man.

But I´m pretty sure I made a mistake. A boy in my class named Fer is great friends with Elias and all his other friends. They were in the same class last year, but Fer was held back. But anyway, I told Fer who I like, kind of on a blackmail scam. My friend Mika said that I "live with him". BECAUSE EVEN THEN IT´S HARD TO TELL. I live with two guys, come on man.

But they´re out getting drunk, and I´m nearly positive that he´s gonna tell. Fer can never keep his mouth shut for more than a required two minutes. I don´t want to live under the same roof if he finds out. How uncomfortable for the BOTH of us. I don´t want him miserable.

I was listening to music last night, as always and found a song.

Backbeat the word was on the street

That the fire in your heart is out

I'm sure you've heard it all before

But you never really had a doubt

I don't believe that anybody feels

The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would

Like to say to you but I don't know how

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one who saves me?

And after all

You're my wonderwall