que pensaran de nosotros en japon-pon

this weekend was completely ridiculous. a friend of a friend from spain was in town, so ale and i were tourguides for a bit. we hung out with him and his friends on thursday and saturday, and it was on saturday night when mayhem ensued. one of our other friends got into a bit of trouble, and ran away, leaving ale and i to pick up the pieces with hotel security and cops. let's just say it was stupid, particularly because it was late and i had had 4 martinis.

in other news, i've completely changed my apartment. i got a new dresser (my other one was so broken that the drawers wouldn't open or close, so i had them stacked, with the clothes hanging out. it had been like this for about a year) and put away absolutely everything that was on my floor. i also restructured my kitchen and have been cooking every day. as a direct result of these changes i now never want to leave home. i count the minutes till i can come home. i love it.

so basically, my life right now consists of cooking, cleaning, and wasting time till maru gets here on friday. and then there's my obsession with reggeaton. all day, every day. if it weren't for the horrific music blasting from my speakers every night at all hours, you'd think martha stewart lived in my apartment. instead, i dance to don omar at 2 am while cleaning my toilet. my mom thinks i'm a "degenerate." i think i'm relating to my people. the people of calle 13. HA.