Tuesday, January 24, 2006

I have super sleuth friends

Busy planning a week's vacation to the south of argentina..patagonia...camping, hiking, biking...can't wait. the big city really grows old fast. and lately, faster and faster, so this should be a great getaway.

Here's a quick update on psycho faby...ana had friends over last night, and they started searching his name on the internet, and it turns out he's actually a teacher in high school, and that he teaches english!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's affiliated with a number of english institutes here in the city, and he spends a lot of time working with youths in his evangelical church...hmmmmmmm...also, he's 30, not 26 or 27 (i guess that age really is a barrier to overcome)...oh, internet wonders, will you ever cease?

Sometimes I think I'm the biggest dick in the world...not for the obvious, jerkoff things I do, but for what I think. For example, I'll see somebody, and automatically think something bad about their appearance, and then they'll show they're actually self conscious about what I was thinking about, and then I feel bad. To clear things up, a student in my spanish class came to ask the teacher something, and bent over her desk. Her love handles popped out, and I thought...whoa, i didn't know she was that big. Then, the next second, she was trying to pull the shirt down discreetly over them again. Why do I have to see the worst? I like to try to see the best, but it doesn't always work out that way....but I feel bad, so maybe I'm just heading to a secondary level of hell, and not a primary.

Can anyone recommend some great, cheesey techno songs, such as What is Love? Sandstorm? or Better off Alone? thanks....

Friday, January 20, 2006

Psycho killer, a bom bom bom



even my cat was shocked at this. I put an ad in the newspaper a while ago to give private lessons. I got a couple of bites, and have been giving private lessons. I made the mistake of giving one student, we'll call him fabian, cause that's his name, my email address so we could stay in touch and arrange classes that way. before i knew it, he was messaging me constantly, and not just a simple...are you there. it was like...hey. are you there? are you there yet? where are you? are you mad at me? ...all without me being there..i leave it running sometimes. so, i'd come home to that crap. i was like...what the hell.

then he messages me one night, and he's like...are you alone? what do you think of me as a person? do you like me...are you angry with me? why don't you ever answer me? ....i'm like..guy, you're my student, you're 26, and you're scaring me.

He's like...could we ever have a class when we're alone? I'm like...in the house? he's like..yeah. i'm like, actually, my girlfriend is usually here, so no, not likely. then we had this conversation...
(english translation appears in blue.)

Faby® says:

hi

Faby® says:

are you angry?

danny says:

angry at what?

Faby® says:

because you don´t speak to me

danny says:

haha, no, i'm just not here all the time

Faby® says:

ok

danny says:

i saw your messages last night, but you were offline by then

Faby® says:

I really like chatting with you

danny says:

that's cool.

Faby® says:

and you?

danny says:

i'm just checking my email

Faby® says:

hahaha, you didn´t understand my question

danny says:

otra vez, entonces (say it again)

Faby® says:

te decia que me gusta chatear con vos, y a vos? (i told you i liked chatting with you. do you like chatting with me?)

danny says:

si, pero a veces, no uso messenger mucho (Yes, but i don't use messenger all the time)

Faby® says:

que pensas de mi como persona?, como soy para vos? (What do you think of me as a person? How am i to you?

danny says:

no entiendo..es una pregunta rara, no? (I don't understand....that's a strange question, isn't it?)

Faby® says:

no entendes por el idioma o por la pregunta? (you don't understand because of the language or because of the question.)

danny says:

no, te entendi, pero no sé porque me preguntaste este (no, i understood you..but i don't know why you asked me that)

Faby® says:

es una pregunta que yo hago siempre, pero no importa, no te hagas probme (i always ask this question...don't worry about it.)

Faby® says:

problema

danny says:

bueno

danny says:

y, como estas? (How are you)

Faby® says:

bien

Faby® says:

con ganas de ir a cenar a tu casa, hahahahaha (i want to come to you house and have supper....hahahaha)

danny says:

haha (fuck me)

Faby® says:

me vas a invitar? (Are you going to invite me?

Faby® says:

tengo q contarte algunas cosas mias, podra ser algun dia q estes solo? (i have to tell you some of my stuff...could it be one day when you are alone)

danny says:

no normally ana is here or her brother(switch to english to make it certain i don't want this..)

Faby® says:

ah, y como podemos hacer (how could we do it then?)

danny says:

i don't understand

Faby® says:

never n

Faby® says:

never mind

danny says:

why did you want to be alone?

Faby® says:

Because I have some things to tell you, but don´t care, it's ok

danny says:

alright

Fabsays:

you are the best teacher I´ve ever known


So, i'm of course thinking this guy is a freak, and I haven't had a class with him since. However, the other day, this person... hola2005argentina@hotmail.com added me to his or her list. I was like...who is this...and the person continued to ask me about the size of my member, how old i was, and if I could talk dirty to her. apparently, she was blond, hot and blue-eyed. i told her i had a girlfriend...then she went offline...i was like..hmm, that was fucked. then, 5 mins later, fabian signed in. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....gee, i wonder. could this 26 year old psycho have somehow been under some illusion that he could pose as a girl and get off? what the hell..???

ana said this new person had been messaging me while i was away lots, in the same style that reminded her of faby...as he is famous in our house for his craziness now.

You're all in luck...he's online, and i'm going to toy with him a bit....i'll update later...chau and wish me luck...i love psycho killers.

Monday, January 16, 2006

well, it served her right...

The other night, saturday, we had company over....more like my girlfriend had friends over. Anyway, i soon grew bored, tired, restless, whatever, and i ended up falling asleep. I woke up at 230 am to an empty house. They had decided to go to a pub, and left me there. No big deal...i had known they were going there anyway, and didn't really feel like going...so, i got up, had some cereal, and decided to head to a discoteque myself. So, got dressed, got change for a bus, and headed out. On the way, I crossed paths with this thing that was neither man nor woman,
but more of a four foot version of something in between. Obviously drunk, and surprisingly (or not) ugly. This thing (and i call it that because i don't know what it was), was also a little retarded I think...is that politically correct? Mentally challenged is better. So, anyway, i negotiated myself around him or her, and eventually got onto the bus, only to be followed on by the it...the driver immediately waved it to the back, realizing that to ask for money was only going to be a headache. The person headed to the back, leaving a trail of people holding their noses and gasping in it's wake. As he tilts against a pole, it becomes obvious he or she has had trouble finding a bathroom on 2 separate occasions...so, i don't have to fill you in anymore. It was a ride from hell...a smelly hell. maybe all hells are smelly.

Eventually, i ended up at the disco, and it was sweet...80's up top, spinning down below...25 to get in, with a free drink....so, like a 10 dollar cover charge, with a free beer. Anyway, the night passed relatively normally, good music, and I met some good people. Towards the end, I was grooving upstairs to something synth from the 80's, and found myself surrounded by three girls. youngish, likely 19 or so. One starts talking to me, overly friendly. I'm not really looking for anything, given the whole girlfriend thing. Eventually, after broken conversation, she's feeling a little frustrated at my lack of understanding, and suggests we go aways from the dance floor so she can hear me better. I'm like...alright...meh. So we go sit at this couch, and talk generally about music, etc, all in spanish. Finally, she's like baludo, (swear, and term of endearment, depending on the situation) let's get a drink. I'm like...frick...obviously she just wanted a drink the whole time...lots of girls pull that crap here. I'm like...what do you want? she's like...red bull and vodka...i'm like..make that two...the total came to 30 pesos...not cheap. Actually very expensive. But I knew what I was doing. As the bar tender asked me for the money, I pretended to get a phone call, and ducked out of the 80's room, and spent the rest of the night dancing to the spinning downstairs. She deserved it. That's one for the guys...

Saturday, January 14, 2006

I'm a Messy Person.

One thing I'm looking forward to hearing is the new Album by tom delonge, formerly of blink 182. yeah, that's right, i like them. a lot. His new band is called angels and airwaves, and it should be fantastic. otherwise, i can think of no other music that I like at the moment.

Last saturday, my girlfriend brought this home from a park here in buenos aires (grey, in front). Yeah, I was skeptical to the ninth degree, but, man, kittens do have their virtues. We have yet to name her officially, but we're thinking of Mani. However, the kitty seemed a little lonely, so, a few nights later, we went to the same park and found her a sister named Olivia. They are a month apart, and although hatred reined supreme the first night, now they are sleeping togeth-er all the time, with the odd fight in between, as seriously as kitten fights can be. The older one, mani, runs olivia´s show, but it won't last for long, as olivia already knows how to bite and use her claws a lot better than her older step-sister. so, as any geeked-out new pet owner, I've taken a few pictures of our new kids. I swear allegiance to dogs, but in the mean time, these will be fine, fleas and all.

In other news, I don't really know what's happened with the blogging...i used to be at it every day, at least every two, but now, I lose patience after a few minutes. I've been reading lots of blogs, but haven't been posting or commenting. I dunno, it seems to be a post holiday lull in bloggerville, and I think that i'm not the only one feeling that way.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Word to your mother.

Here's to laziness. Here's also to getting older, and actually feeling a hangover for an entire day, rather than until noon only. It's raining like a mofo here, with some spectacular lightning. This year on new year's, we were in mar de las pampas, at the beach house. Good times all around, with 15 people together. Here's the weekend in pictures...


Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Vacaciones

Does anyone else feel guilty reclining their seat in a bus or on an airplane? I do. Also, I sometimes when people tell sucky jokes, and no one else is laughing, I'll give it a little chuckle. I'm waiting for my camera to return so I can post some pics of new year's debauchery, but thus far, the real owner hasn't returned from vay-kay. I hope that everyone had a great holiday season, and that you're all weathering the deep freeze that is january alright. two months until spring, and february is short, and march has nice days. remember that.

Here is a photo from the balcony of our friends', paul and kelly's, house. They left for canada the next day, and if either happen to read this, I hope that you are safe and having fun, and hopefully getting ready for the next adventure! We're going to miss you guys.Here's how I ruined Christmas for my girlfriend. I bought her a stretchy, fun looking dinosaur as a stocking stuffer, more or less. She took it out of the package and tried to stretch it, but it broke, and pink neon, or was it fleurescent, pink goo flew all over everyone.Here, you see her and her sister trying to clean it off. Luckily I had my camera. The crappy thing was that she had spilled on herself when whe arrived, and had to borrow clothes while hers were washed, and she had just put them back on again when this happened. And then, she had to spend the next hour trying to get the stain out of her shirt. It was thought afterwards that the dinosaur must have been a gag, but there was no indication on the package, or at the store. I swear, my spanish would have picked that up...what about my common sense, you ask? well, up yours. Here's the bastard.... with his entrails spilling out nicely.