Catch Up #1: The Final Countdown

After returning from Veracruz, I had 4.5 days left in Mexico, and a couple thousand pesos. The wise thing to do would have been to live as frugally as possible, convert the pesos into dollars, and save myself the awful situation of having to lock myself in my house until I start working on Easter…

Fundage, For Curious Minds

Now that I’m back and planning and imminent life change, my mind has been dancing and whirling around many subjects, the majority of which are the trip from which I just returned. After looking at all my pictures eighty billion times, googling job opportunities in Guatemala, and bemoaning the fact that I probably could have…

In Which I Forget New York is Superior to EVERYwhere

When the plane touched town in Aeropuerto Benito Juarez last Saturday, that familiar sensation that accompanies anyone traveling ran through my body like the orgasm I did not have in the plane bathroom (Mile High Club attempt THWARTED by the fact that I slept through the entire flight! Thwarted! Angry!). It’s that shimmery shudder of…

Roommate Rant #3: The Invasion of the Chapulines!

While I may do a lot of complaining, I do try to be more than just talk. I am a firm believer in reaching for dreams, being a go-getter, generally jumping through hoops to fulfill farfetched fantasies. Last weekend, the BF and I decided to take a “romantic” stroll up to the Iglesia de los…

Of The Estomago: The Kids Are Not All Right

Mexico, if you haven’t heard, is a fucking minefield for the estomago. Between the street food, tainted water, and questionable to nonexistent food service hygiene policies, not to mention the pernicious profusion of chili in everything, including candy and ice cream, you’re basically playing Russian Roulette every time you feed yourself. This is not just…

High Fidelity: Anniversary Special

I have been in a relationship, both on FaceBook and in life, for no more or less than three months. As I am mercurial on a good day, irascible on average, and, above all, prone to avoiding starry-eyed stratagem, this is kind of a big deal. Yes, I’ve cried Love before. Amor, Amour, and one…

Sundayness: Scorpion Bites Breast, I Live to Tell Tale

Another weekend in Puebla drifts to a close. I’ve yet to do my homework, my legs are shaking from physical exertion, I’m starving, and still hungover. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, this should tide you all over until tomorrow (when I will analyze neologisms in the vernacular of study abroad students.) 1)…

Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk. Well, Just Chocolate Milk Now.

I, like many of my contemporaries, have made many a dumb drunk decision. Driving other people’s cars while inebriated, 95% of the guys I slept with in 2008, and accepting my admission offer to grad school are three prime examples of alcohol inhibiting judgement and creating alternate realities where common sense is as prevalent as…

I Have the 387931st Best Boyfriend in the World

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and thus my rude return to reality was softened by the fact that I was reunited with the object of my affection. And even though the mere sight of his face after six agonizing days of separation would have satiated all of my desires, I swelled up with even…

No Sex, No Sex, No Sex on the Beach (But Some Flaunting Expected)

I set out tomorrow evening for Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca, which means five days of sun, surf and stomach exposure. As a result, I’ve been on a diet since Friday morning, a.k.a. I bought a two grapefruit to balance out the tortas, tacos, and tequila. “Why do you need to look good at the beach?” asked…

Amor Narcotico (Part II of II)

He asked me to be his girlfriend on the 5th of January, in the Starbucks in Angelopolis. I, for the record, was drunk. In a fit of narcissism, while preparing myself for the cita, I had decided to drink to my youthful glow and mischevious eye sparkles, and had ended up polishing off 3/4 of…