Very Brief Post

I have an hour before I have my Spanish linguistics class with Profesor Toni Torres. That man is "superguay." Any minute I feel that the button that desperately holds together his dress shirt is going to pop off and nail me straight in the eye, blinding me for life. A potential hazard that button is, as well as the panza that makes it protrude so.

I don´t have many philosophical musings nor photos to portray as of now, as I feel quite inhibited posting from the University of Barcelona library (in the facultad de filología) from a public computer. I feel like someone is reading this over my shoulder as I type this, though I´m guessing that he can´t understand English anyway, nor does he care what the girl wearing the green shirt to his immediate left is writing.

I am dying to make a real post soon, full of pictures and text, but I have a bit of a problem in that I don´t have internet access at my apartment. I live with a 55 year old catalana, a señora who exists for the sake of her cat, Cuca, and to maintain her apartments in Gràcia and the Costa Brava. Furthermore, I cannot acquire internet until I have my residency card with the number that declares my existence here in Spain. Until I obtain this number, I am essentially a nobody, another "extranjera del extranjero." This is the reason for my sparse posting and inevitable isolation from the rest of the world that exists beyond Barcelona. I love and miss the internet dearly, as I do all of you to whom I am able to pay virtual visits because of it.

Until later,
and hopefully later is soon
(but it might not be because I´m in Spain where time is irrelevant and even it´s abstract essence is only a nominal entity),
-Loca