Annie Jones on: School

Happy Thanksgiving from all of us down at the end of the world. Well, maybe not all of us. We don't all like you.

So! I spent my Thanksgiving at school. My school is being a pile of squirrel asses. I'm excused from exams so I don't have to go to school for the next week. All I have to do is get this one projects done. It's about how fucked up Latin America is, and how they need to get their act together. ^_^* That was my solo project. I came home from school today with 3 projects I need to do now, including my Literature project.... JESUS! My literature teacher is the cheif squirrel ass.

I have to read a book that's in 'ye olde español'. I wouldn't care so much - actually not at all, if it weren't for the strings attatched. This book is 200 some pages long, I have to write a report on my opinion of this book, and it's due when? Oh yeah. I week from today. I don't even own the damned book. Ye olde español....you assholes! I can't even understand it! It's about communism!

Ah Jesus...and I just looked up 'recent searches' on Kazaa.... Well, I suppose my brother has to get off on porno like every other guy.

Sorry if this grosses you out a bit reader, but I REALLY need to get this out.

Taking a shower in the morning has turned a dreaded event for me. My brothers refuse to wash their public hairs away. From the soap, to the bottom of the tub, to the walls.... Don't ask me how the hell they got there.

Okay then. Got that out. I'm just so scarred from those damn pubic hairs!!

Annie Jones on: Self-Liberation

Is it really self-liberation? I dunno. I don't care though either.

I took a walk today after going to band. I was thinking 'It won't hurt me to take a walk.' So I walked. I walked until I made myself lost. I was hurting so bad from this empty spot in my heart; where my home is and where the boyfriend is supposed to be. The hole that the boyfriend is supposed to occupy has figuratively scarred up so it doesn't hurt anymore. But this home thing. This isn't home. Argentina isn't my home.

Daddy told me that when I get homesick to look up at the sky at night. He told me that those are the same stars that he was sleeping under. They aren't the same. The southern hemisphere has totally different stars.

Okay so this whole entry isn't about self-liberation. But what was I supposed to name it? Angsty ramblings? That's every entry folks!

So Annie got lost in Córdoba Capital, second biggest city in the country. If my host family would have known, I'd have been slapped and locked into my loft. It wasn't even unintentional. I intentionally took streets I didn't know so I could get lost.

As soon as I was about to flag down a taxi, I saw a huge billboard that I recognized. I kept walking and I was in front of Plaza Olmos, about a 4 peso taxi ride from my house. I didn't stop there like I knew I should. I kept walking. I walked so far that I cut atleast a peso off my taxi ride. I got into a taxi right at the split of two neighborhoods, mine and another.

So homesickness did something good for me. I took a really long walk today. And saved a peso or two.

Annie Jones on: Exchange

Exchanges kinda suck.

I'm not really so incredibly homesick, but I'm so yearning for someone to love me.

Okay scratch that. I'm homesick. I hate this fucking place. It's beyond wanting to cry and everything. It's more like I want to blow up this stupid country and everybody in it. Okay! Choice people to take out, but I really don't like this place so much.

It's almost as dumb as that shirt Karen and I saw.

... Yeah.

I really want to see Robert right now. Or just call him up and have a normal Robert-Annie Conversation. Something completely random and stupid. Something not even worthwhile to talk about to normal people.

Wow, right as I type those words, guess who gets online. ^_^*

So my wish list has changed. 1. To go to General Roca and be with Robert 2. Every language in the world....blah, blah, blah. 2. Be in love.

Chau. Can't focus.

Annie Jones on: Languages

Languages are wierd.

So I'm not fluent in every language in the world, but whatever. However, spoke with many people on the south trip to Patagonia and I did mark some very...special things about langages. (And I mean the kind of special like the kids who ride the short bus to school and somehow manage to hurt themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special.)

English: Ahhh. How good it is to have english words flow from my fingertips instead of spanish clumsily stumbling out. One thing I've noticed from the english language, is that we combine two words together all the time. For example, we're is 'we are'. That's not a big one, seeing as it makes a slight bit of sense. However, who the hell would get 'gonna' out of 'going to'? The english language makes sense to us however because we speak it.

German: Before this trip, Germans or Austrians always sounded like they were having very avid conversations and/or yelling at each other. For the most part, German seems to be quite similar in many aspects to english. Take for example 'Das ist scheiße' which means 'that is shit'. Think about it, I was able to pick that out of a very avid and angry german conversation. That's such an obvious phrase.

Spanish: YAY! Now I get to pick on my host langauge. Spanish is... one of the greatest langauges on the earth, yet at the same time I hate it so much. Spanish combines two words too, but not NEARLY as much as english. 'Me entiendes' means 'do you understand'. You can imagine I hear this one a great deal. The Argentines have found a way to make that question into one word (much to my and Robert's enjoyment seeing as we say it all the time with the tackiest north american accent possible). It's now 'mentendes'. Errr, wow.

Portuguese: What an absolutely beautiful language. It's nice to listen and attempt to speak it, especially when the words come from Daniel, the boy from Brasil. He makes Portuguese sound like a dream. However when I see it on paper or when some certain people speak it...it's like a drunk french man trying to speak spanish. He's not succeeding. ^_^* Your word from portuguese today?? 'Como vocé' means 'How are you'.

Danish: Often a forgotten language. It's not often spoken outside of Denmark though, is it? Danish is a bunch of letters randomly thrown together and struggling exchange students get to try and crack the code. 'Carnation' like the flower, is 'Nellike'. I mean, that one even makes a slight bit of sense! 'Hej' means 'Hello'. How old are you literally translates to where is your age. What the...?

Hindi: Yay. Hindi, I've never heard spoken to my recollection, but I know people fluent in the language. I love you is a phrase everyone should know in a different language and I know it in all of the above mentioned languages. However, in Hindi it's like what?! 'Mujhe tumse pyaar hai'. Blink, blink. Jesus Christ. 'Tum bahut badsoorat ho' means 'You are very ugly'. I'd use that daily if the Hindi language didn't just bitch slap me.

French: Holy shit, I gotta remember to be nice, but it's just so difficult! French is... a language I have never had or ever will have the desire to learn. The french language is comprised of 40% spanish, and still sounds haughty as hell. 'I love you' is 'Je t'aime'. I bet you're wondering that if I've not had the desire to learn french, how do I know how to say 'I love you?' I don't. I had to look it up on the internet. ^_^*

And the finale...

Dutch: I will never learn dutch, for the fact that I'm too stupid. I mean 'Stomme Eikel' means 'Stupid Squirrel'. (Please, don't ask....) I'm sure that it's a beautiful language, but no wonder everyone I know from the Netherlands is intellegent, Dutch is difficult.

SO! That's Annie's take on languages. Tune in next time while I try to write a shorter entry. ^_^* Bye.

The Republican Party should change its emblem from an elephant to a condom. The condom more clearly reflects the party's stance today. For example: the condom accepts inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of dicks, and gives you a sense of security while you're actually getting fucked.

Thank you, and I concede for the fact that Bush won. At first it was kind of like "DAMMIT! That asshole won again?" But now it's kind of like.... I mean, in order to love my country, I don't have to love my president. My country elected a president who I disagree with and I just have to admit that.

Trying not to be so political.

There's just so many observations that I have to make recently. For example, Argentine girls (or at least the ones I know) are pretty damn easy. I, on the other hand, am quite the prude when it comes to Argentine standards. I have made out with two people here. One was from Argentina and a friend, and one was my boyfriend (at the time). I still feel awful for the Argentine one though, it's like I've become so easy.

So my Katie bear. You know that little raggity thing that I looooove so much? I'm sure you do. Well while I was in San Martin with the other exchange students I left her under my pillow. >_<* Yeah, Annie's a bit of a scatter brain. I was so worried though...having to saw goodbye to Robert and Lena. Who would be able to remember everything after saying such awful goodbyes?

Maybe I just need a new fucking BRAIN. I left everything in San Martin from what I can tell. I left my sweatshirt which I bought in Bariloche like the day before, my camera and a friends (I got them both back thank GOD) and almost forgot my cell phone adapter.

Speaking of which I have a joke about brains.

A woman was dying and needed a very experimental process; a brain transplant. However this was her only hope of living and the family was willing to take this risk. At a pre-consultation, the doctor asked the patient and her family if they would prefer a female brain or a male brain. A female brain would only cost 500 dollars, but a male brain would set them back a whole 3,000 dollars.

The males in the family all smiles and snickered a bit at this. The mother of the patient asked "Why does a male brain cost so much more than a female's?"

"The female brain has actually been used."

I'm all over the place with my posts today, aren't I?

Yeah I know. I know. I haven't been writing. Vacations do that to you. Mine, by the way, was awesome. Patagonia is a wonderful place, and if I so choose to come live in Argentina when I get older, I'm hoping to live in Patagonia instead of Córdoba or Buenos Aires. I mean, I do love my city. Córdoba is really a great place to be, but I couldn't see myself living out the rest of my days in such an atmosphere.

I've met so many people, and my heart just breaks thinking that I'm not going to see them again for such a long time... and even some of them never again. The ones who are closest to me I'm looking to arrange travel to go visit them. Well, all except for one. That's Benjamin. I'm sorry to bring this whole thing down again, and with little to explain about my trip, I'm honestly talking about something that doesn't make any sense because you have no background.

Benjamin... is amazing. He lit up my entire life. We met the second day on our trip and ever since then, he's been shinning in my life....

I'll share more later, because I have to run... but it'll come out. I have to get it out. This whole experience.