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i applied for us citizenship this morning. and it boils down to getting to vote in exchange for having to do jury duty. i don't think that's a really fair trade, but they don't ask me. but they should. i don't have a better idea, but at least if they asked me i'd start thinking about it. i mean, right now i'm not thinking about it, so we don't even know if there is a better solution. how about it, mr. ins man? ready to make a deal?
Monday, August 26
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ok. i'm back and jet lagged as all fuck for the past month now of back and forth. i've got cleaning / emailing / appointments and one hundred tiny miscellaneous things to do and i just want to sleep. or not, if she's around, but then i don't really wanna do anything when she's around. but i got my mensa practice test back and my raw score of 74 predicts an iq of 134, which just barely passes the 98% cutoff of ~131. which means i'll take the real test, but the practice one seemed kinda flimsy and i doubt it's a good predictor. so i don't really know any more than before, except i can't find a good 2nd tattoo idea.
ok. it's official. this is the crappiest journal entry ever.
Tuesday, August 20
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so if not the word "temporary," i think my next tattoo will have a picture of a pipe, and underneath it'll say "ceci n'est pas un tatouage." i think intellectual body scarification has a limited audience.
Monday, August 19
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i didn't bring you a damned thing from spain. not a small bull-adorned shot glass. or a leather wallet. or a spoon with a small picture of the alhambra. i was tempted by the astrology trinkets and the monogramed keychains, but stopped myself before falling for the trap of trivial personalized wares. i'm ashamed of myself as i recall considering a monogramed keychain as a 'personal' gift. it's just that it took me a minute to realize that you don't get excited when you see your initials, like i do. and so i brought naught.
we visited a cave with 27 thousand year old drawings, and i wanted to bring you those, but there were sufficient logistical problems to dissuade me. besides, at this early stage, i think anything older than 5 thousand years old would seem a bit overzealous on my part.
Saturday, August 17
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i'm returning to the fatherland for a week stop paying twenty five cents per minute for this internet access at jfk international airport stop hope to return comma with all limbs intact stop things are good stop i hope they don't stop
Friday, August 16
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aug 3. as i sit in madrid, awaiting my flight to granada, i switch between reading duras' the vice-consul and playing miyamoto's super mario world. i am tired- eyes heavy, body worn. the mind waits and the body follows. my fingers ache from my luggage but my mind is on her and my spirit's calm and my throat is parched. soon i will see the alhambra. but first, sleep.
Thursday, August 15
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this morning, as you slept, i watched the dawn rise on your exposed shoulder; your shallow breaths gently rocked the dunes of your comforter. you lit up the bedroom, sighed, and rolled over. and then i watched you some more.
Tuesday, August 13
- can i ask you a few questions?
- sure.
- what was the purpose of your visit to spain?
- vacation.
- alone?
- no. with my parents and family.
- where are your parents?
- they fly tomorrow.
- how long have you been in spain?
- about a week.
- where in spain have you been?
- granada, seville... mostly driving through andalusia.
- where did you stay?
- in hotels.
- do you have any receipts?
- no. i didn't pay.
- how many places did you visit? hotels, museums...
- oh i dunno. maybe ten?
- and do you have any receipts?
- no. i didn't pay.
- you have no receipts?
- no.
- how did you go around?
- rented car.
- do you have the receipt for the car?
- no.
- no receipt?
- no.
- this ticket, here. who bought it?
- my parents.
- do you know what was the method of payment?
- no.
- where did you come to the airport from?
- seville. by train.
- do you have the train ticket?
- no.
- one minute. i go talk to my supervisor.
...
- ok. thank you. have a nice flight.
Friday, August 2
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i leave you. i go to spain for a week. i come back soon. i tell all about spanish people and places. no. probably only tell about stupid things i think when in spain. like, it hot in spain. or. they spanish speak very good. or. is that almodovar? maybe that one? nevermind. i never see women on verge of nervous breakdown, and tie me up tie me down so stupid. but all about my mother very good tear jerker. man. lots of arabic buildings here in spain. maybe i take wrong plane? mmm. empanada.