After the last five days I...

* Am really, really, really tired.
* Need to go to the movies.
* Can't stand one more tiny little bite of doce de leite or white cheese.
* Am finding rocks much more interesting than churches.
* Can't face the possibility of entering a church.
* Found out that I have no ability to make sculptures on rocks whatsoever (damn you, Sulla).
* Want Jesus to come back just so I can kill him again.
* Will kill anyone that starts to talk about the bloody, stupid, fucking Passion.
* Will shoot any bloody plastic that shows up in front of me.
* Have become a very violent person.

One episode that made the whole trip worth: me and a gay friend from school decided to spread a rumor that we had made out. And guess what? Everybody bought it! In less than 24 hours the whole school was talking about it. Reminded me of that film with Kate Hudson, Gossip.

People can really surprise me sometimes.

So glad I'm back.

[edit]: Got this letter from my ex-boyfriend today. Six full pages! Mr. Jojocake, I loved it. And really do miss you. Will answer quickly, I promise. At least I'll try to.