so much to look forward to.

in 14 days my parents and sister come to argentina for a week-long visit.
in 16 days i turn 21.
in 18 days i get to go back to one of my favourite places, buenos aires.
in 22 days one bff turns 21.
in 25 days i have a 9-day school holiday, when i get to travel through northern argentina.
in 65 days i will be done with this semester. and, the third twilight movie comes out (fangirl geek-out moment).
in 67 days another bff turns 21.
in 90 days my sissy turns 19.
in 96 days i get to move back to the motherland, and into my own apartment for the first time.
in 119 days a new semester at home will begin. a fresh start of sorts, if you will.

i know i don't say it enough, but i couldn't be more grateful of everything i've been given. the opportunity to come to argentina. an adoring family. wonderful friends. the chance at a fantastic education. the ability to live and enjoy life with money and resources i've received.

i love it. and although sometimes i may complain, i can't say i'd trade it for anything else. i'm excited for what my 21st year might hold. i've got a feeling the best is yet to come.

that time.

remember that time that i jumped off a cliff and went paragliding, and had one of the most tranquil, yet exhilarating experiences of my life, flying high in the air, with nothing to keep me from plunging to the ground except a thin piece of nylon above my head?

remember that time that i should have been scared for my life, but instead fearlessly leapt into the air as if there was no death but only life?

remember that time that my parents were furious, and forbade me to ever paraglide again, and to totally forget skydiving?

remember that time that i didn't really give a fuck?

if you live in fear of death, then you will never be alive. take chances. do crazy things. and enjoy every day as if it may be your last.

old maid.

i officially turn 21 a month from yesterday.
i'm old. this date will do me little good in the immediate future, since in argentina the drinking age is "16" (aka if you have the money to buy it).
oh well. maybe when i get back to the states, i can actually buy my own booze for once. and become one of those awesome enablers for younger kids. can't wait.

wonderful theme for life.

Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone

New names and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say

Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life

To my friends in New York, I say hello
My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years or so
Paris to China to Colorado

Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out
Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now
We are god of stories but please tell me
What there is to complain about

When you're happy like a fool
Let it take you over
When everything is out
You gotta take it in

Hopelessly
I feel like there might be something that I'll miss
Hopelessly
I feel like the window closes oh so quick
Hopelessly
I'm taking a mental picture of you now
'Cuz hopelessly
The hope is we have so much to feel good about

a new passion.

wanderlust: a strong desire for or impulse to wander, or, in modern usage, to travel and to explore the world.

i always knew i liked travelling and visiting new places. i mean, in my mind, who doesn't? but, it took coming to--and staying in--another country to realize that it's something i truly love. i'm passionate about seeing new places, meeting new people, eating new foods, and learning "new" history. "when i grow up", i want to travel every spare day that i'm not working. i want travelling to be my hobby, like playing an instrument or participating in a club are for some people.

the adventure of travelling is just a thrill. going somewhere that you are unfamiliar with, and not only surviving, but enjoying every second of it, is like a drug to me. i can't get enough. i suppose knowing that i have this to work toward will motivate me to study and work hard so i can afford this not-inexpensive hobby.

what i want in life. right now.

and when i say right now, i mean as i am writing this, from 22:44 until when i finish. these desires, like the winds, change frequently. i'm liable to not want any of these things tomorrow. but at this moment, in this hour, this is what matters.

i want to be skinnier. i want my blonde hair back. i want someone to call me a sexy bitch (it's not disrespectful, btw). i want my one liter bottle of coke to magically refill itself. and to be accompanied by rum/fernet/vodka/whiskey/all of the above. i want my room to be clean. i want to dance by myself in the dark. i want to paint my fingernails green. i want my roommate to die (or move out, whichever is easier). i want poppyseed chicken, to eat as a midnight snack. i want a hug from amanda. i want to quit reading my book but to magically have read it without actually reading it. i want some new music off itunes, preferably the songs i heard at creambury the other day. i want to talk to jenny about tennis lessons. i want to be fluent in spanish. i want the weather to be cool, but not rainy. I want to scream "la puta madre" in a grocery store just to see how everyone reacts. i want to go swimming. i want someone to want to love me. i want there to be fairness and justice in this world. i want to be acknowledged for not being ugly and disgusting. i want to watch luna nueva.

Ob la di, ob la da
Life goes on
La la, how their life goes on