I might be out of comission for a few days, since I am moving. Which means I'll have an excuse for being a lazy blogger.

Try and live without me. Please.

Loves,
E

Get It?

Have any of you ever stopped to think about how much we use the verb 'get'? Stop and think about it for a second. See if you can come up with some kind of rule to explain when, where, how and why we use get. If you have some kind of epiphany, let me know. I have thought about this almost all day today. And, it's been a relatively happy day. Surprisingly so. Even having a conversation with my boss and hearing her say (half an hour before my class started) that EVERYONE was late today...even that didn't bring me down.

Something pleasant in the water, I guess.

cigarrettes and chocolate milk,
- E

Independent Eugenia Day

As it turns out, Independence Day was quite eventful. In fact, I kind of made it my own.

As of this afternoon I officially have my very own rented, Chilean apartment. Kind of like a very own rented, American apartment but significantly cheaper. It's actually in the same building where one of my aunts lives, so there's that. I'm pretty nervous about the whole thing really, but now anyone that wants to make it down to Chile for a visit will (hopefully) have a couch they can call home.

The best part of the whole adventure though was meeting the owner of the apartment to sign the contract. Really nice guy but of course at some point in the conversation (after he told me I could sneak guys into the apartment without my aunt knowing) he says to me "So, do you have a boyfriend?" and when the response is no he says "Oh, well, did you leave any broken hearts in the states?" If this wasn't a conversation I have with my uncle ONCE A WEEK it would be much more amusing than annoying, but that is not the case. It's nice that everyone in Chile reminds me that I am still repelling men. That makes me feel at home.

Anyhoo, I have an apartment! In Chile! What kind of crazy shit is that? Party up at my place, y'all. Be there or be square.

Yeah boooooyyyy,
- E

And America Hearts Me

Tomorrow is Indepedence Day and I´ve been trying to think of some ways to celebrate. Kevin Lo suggested yesterday that I burn an American flag because it´s still legal to do so and I added that maybe I should run into the American embassy, burn the flag and then run out but we both agreed that they probably won´t get the joke. Plus I´m not big on fires being near my person. Specifically ones that I start because I´m much more likely to catch on fire that way. And I am quite burnable.

So, the question is, what is a girl to do on Independence day when the damn day lands on a Tuesday and she is about a thousand miles away in a country that couldn´t care less?

I consired putting together a red, white and blue outfit but that idea will backfire for the following two reasons: 1) chile´s flag is also red, white and blue and 2) my mother will - without a doubt - make a comment about how ridiculous I look.

My final thought was that I should just forget it all together since I´ve never done anything particularly special for the fourth of July, except last year when I, um, went to Live 8 and got a really bad shoulder tan. That was relatively eventful.

Oh, and Abby lost her identity. That was memorable as well.

But nothing else that I can think of.

So, I think it will be the usual for me this July 4th, unless someone can think of something more awesome and less likely to get me arrested than burning a flag at the embassy.

I heart America,
- E