So, as I was thinking about what I wanted to write in my blog today, it suddenly struck me that the simple act of having a blog is incredibly narcissistic. As is spending hours rewriting the HTML and designing funny paint splatters in Photoshop, and then spending hours sending the link to everyone who ever logged on to the Internet, so that they may ooh and aah accordingly. Most likely, the seven outfit changes and twenty six minutes spent poking at myself in the mirror this morning (making me late for my friend, Mr. Autobus) can be classified under the category of "narcissism" as well. And, since cleverness is mostly found in the power of three, my obsession with Twitter, Facebook, Livejournal, Blogger and occasionally DailyBooth add to this phenomenon of self-obsession as well.
HOWEVER. Since I consider myself a humble soul, I will not bore you today with stories of myself. In fact, this is because there are very few interesting stories to tell of myself today, unless you count finding a yellow flower in the street and giving it to my madre boring. Which I do. So, I shall regale you with stories of MY AMIGOS. Yes, that is right. Amigos. I have them. Sometimes.
Mostly, this will probably just consist of me hotlinking photos of people from Facebook and writing snarky comments about them. Additionally, if you see yourself on here, consider yourself flattered, not stalked, and carry on your merry way. If you see yourself on here and you don't actually know me... well.
(This is in no particular order, by the way.)
This is Adam. That weird-looking person on the right is apparently me.
Adam has bright orange sunglasses that you can see on the beach from ten kilometers away.
He is also awesome.
This is a group of girls I paid to take a picture with me.
From the top, Lauren, Laura-Ann, Sarah and I.
They are all standing on the wall, but since I'm wearing heeled boots, I figured this was probably a bad idea. I should have stayed with this, though, because I fell later whilst trying (captured in another photo.)
This is my new choir friend Marianna. And yes, I def stole this picture from Facebook, so Marianna, if you're reading this and think I'm creepy -- I'm not , promise. We have fun doing things like singing songs in English with Spanish students, and eating a lot. She's also probably the nicest person I've ever met.
These are more people I paid to hang out with me.
From right to left, Liz, some girl, Jordan and JT.
Liz and I are going to Sevilla in a few weeks. :DD
That's Laura-Ann and Andrew.
Laura-Ann and I like to dance with old men.
And Andrew's generally nice, I swear.
These are the Cuatro Chicas of my Spanish class.
Lauren, Michelle, Me and Cristina.
We have a lot of fun asking our professora Raquel how to say important details in Spanish like, how to ask a hairdresser to fully define your layers, and how to tell a guy in the barrio that he's creepy and awkward.
Did you enjoy a small respite from the commentary of my vida? Excellent. I tried to include photos that I actually am not in, as well. However, no te preocupes. Friday, I am going to Valencia with CIEE for the weekend, and I am sure I will get into some (photo-less) shenanigans there and will commence my commentary. In Spanish. So you have to translate. HA.
Well, it is after midnight here and I am exhausted, which may or may not be clear from my writing. I adore you all, loving fans. I know you shall wait diligently for my next exciting, earth-shattering update.
Always!
K
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