the time has come

it's here it's here the weekend i planned months ago is finally here! GOING TO OKTOBERFEST TODAY where i will drink beer and find a husband. at least thats the plan. i intend on being a complete photo whore for everyone to stalk and comment. fyi.

i have a million things to do in the next hour and kim won't get out of bed so i need to jump on her. expect tales of my mishaps and makeouts on sunday night. i know it will be hard to wait until then, but surprisingly the tent i'm living in doesn't come with internet access. ugh.

hasta luego.

thirstay thursday

i almost just had a panic attack because i thought i lost my black skirt, aka the only thing i wear out these days cause its still 85 degrees in almost october. not to worry though, marisol assured me that it was in the ironing pile. i be so spoiled.

i haven't blogged in a few days because all i've been doing is going to class, sleeping, and eating croquetas.  what are croquetas you ask? they are essentially deep fried smiles and rainbows. katty betch can testify to that. anywho. i decided that whoever claimed going abroad for the semester would make school a joke clearly pussied out and went to a city like london. granted, having 1-2 page compositions in a few classes isn't killing me, but it takes me twice as long to translate it into spanish. ergo, creating a pain in my a$$. and of course i have three small responses due the monday after i return from munich. assuming i'm not too drunk to make my flight. (joking mom.) i'll try and get at least one composition done before i siesta and go out tonight...but let's be real.

i still can't believe i'm getting on a plane to germany tomorrow. #abroadgirlproblems. #not. the only downside is that i'm missing my program's planned trip to valencia. i'm hoping german beer will quickly convince me that i'm not missing much. the truth is, valencia will be there next weekend, but oktoberfest will not.

studying paintings like this during my art history class make me feel extra tan.

went to see this movie with my film class last night. naturally, it's about antonio banderas kidnapping the man who raped his daughter. and then transforming him into a woman. and then he locks him/her up in his house. for 6 years. while they have sex a lot and fall in love. and then in the end he/she gets revenge and kills the puss in boots. makes sense right?

dueces, gotta go rest up for free beer pong tonight.

today in spain

most exciting moments of today:

• i booked my flight to paris! 
• in class, i watched a movie about nuns that do drugs. 
• a hungover thirteen year old girl vommed next to me on the metro. 
• a fifteen year old boy mooned me in the window of a diner. (i felt violated) 
• i got to eat a grilled cheese. 
• i found a complete outfit for sensation.
• i got to skype for an hour with alyssa in amurica.
• and i successfully got my classes approved. 

just a day in the life. 

clubbing contrecoeur

i. am. exhausted. and i didn't even do anything last night. i guess my late thursday night is finally catching up with me.

we made it out by 1:30 two nights in a row! if that isn't an achievement in madrid i don't know what is.  obviously i had the time of my life at Kapital and i feel like i'd be cheating on it if i ever go out somewhere else. (the constant banging of the garbage cans outside my window right now are making me distracted, my apologies if the rest of this makes no sense.) friday night i told myself i'd come home at a reasonable hour after walking in at 630am that morning, and i guess i was successful if you consider 4:30 a reasonable hour. i'm not sure what it is about the night life here that makes the concept of time disappear. but i don't hate it. after two nights of no sleep and spending money, saturday day/night was my time to relax. i started shopping for my sensation barcelona outfit saturday afternoon which got me even more excited for that weekend. cannot wait to be the birthday betch. and then saturday night i had a hot date with my computer and tv-links.eu.  i'm not sure if you've heard, but i'm in a serious relationship with my american television shows. sins.

it was nice to sleep a solid 9 hours though because this morning i went to el rastro. mol bakes would have died and gone to heaven because this is no ordinary flea market. it goes on for miles and a ton of the stuff is hand made. of course, i had to buy three bracelets and a ring because i have a jewelry addiction problem.  i just finished up the majority bare minimum of my homework for tomorrow and i am legitimately falling asleep on my desk. guess that means it's time to stop typing.

lineup:

oktoberfest: 5 days
birthday: 12 days
sensation: 14 days
#dreamlife

new favorite song:

news

another week in madrid is already over. granted, when the weeks are only four days long, it's bound to go quickly. i took it easy this week because i was starting to feel like poop from never sleeping. and because i'm ballin on a budget, and tapas on tapas on tapas add up. but tonight i'm poppin my Kapital cherry and going to the biggest and bestest club ever. or so i've heard. it's free entrance but drinks are 12 euro, meaning i need to get blackout tipsy before 1:30am.

i started classes this week and surprisingly i don't hate any of them. my spanish language teacher is on crack and is the most rare human i've ever met. so naturally i look forward to that class on a daily basis. my film class is all about this crazy director who makes extremely sexual and twisted movies with antonio banderas and penelope cruz. my lit class is about spanish theatre and is a little boring at times, but my teacher is fat and loud, so he's entertaining. my ceramics class is, well it's ceramics so i obviously have no complaints. and lastly, my art history classes take place in the prado museum, just casually the home of the original Las Meninas painting by Velazquez.  on top of all that, me and shannon have every. single. class. together. i hope she likes me.

some random things i've noticed lately:

• all the light switches here are on the wall outside the room. confusing. 
• the pda here is on another level. i guess when bringing home a boy to your house is not permitted, that means basically having sex in the middle of a park in broad daylight with small children around is okay. i guess i really don't mind it that much. unless neither member of the pair is good looking. in which case, i do not need to watch you swap spit. not sorry about it. 
• every one here wears heels at all times. however, from what i've been seeing, not many people get pedicures. i guess with all the walking it's a waste. but please, at least cover up your toes if they're going to look like a homeless woman's.  
• on a funny note: i've seen a lot of people wearing t-shirts with english words on them. like "your boyfriend gave me this shirt" or "that's what she said." it makes me wonder, do you know what that means? where did you even get that? 

time for a siesta. adios. 

back to school. finally.

the fact that today was my first day of classes is actually a joke. but i'm sure as hell not complaining about having the longest summer ever. today marks the end of my dream, fake, princess life in spain and the beginning of my real, all classes in spanish, hard knock life. (who am i kidding, i'm still in europe...)

however, since i haven't blogged all weekend there are a few things to catch up on.

wednesday night: can you say white-girl-wasted? cause i know i can. granted, if you know me, you know this isn't a new discovery. although, for the 50 people on my trip that don't know me, i'm sure it was a pleasant surprise...right? there was a party thrown by some organization for all american students studying in madrid and everyone took full advantage of the free drinks. or at least i did. and yes, i said free drinks. since i've been living in a city where a drink at a club can cost upwards of 8 euro (11 dollars) i wasn't going to pass up anything for free. especially not real bottled wine. oh, and did i mention it was at THE most expensive club in madrid? #highrollers. thank god i didn't completely black out embarrass myself though. just browned out hard. in front of the entire staff of my program. and all the people on my program. and every american in madrid. yeah. oh, but the bright side: i look somewhat sober in almost all the pictures. which is obviously my top priority.

friday: day trip to segoviaAaAa!! this was my programs first say trip and since i'm missing the next one to valencia because i'll be at oktoberfest (poor me) i was really looking forward to it. my expectations were beyond met because this place was the sh!t. it's so completely different from madrid and it was actually refreshing. all the streets are cobblestone and there are roman aquaducts still in tact. roman. than means freakin ancient. there's no better way to spend a 90 degree friday without classes than in a castle. not kidding. stalk my facebook for pictures. if you're not friends with me on facebook, you should feel creepy for reading this. we're clearly not real friends.

both friday an saturday night consisted of a hard pregame that lasted too long to get into any clubs for free. i never thought getting to a discoteca before 1:30am could be such a struggle. guess we're adapting well. and since covers cost upwards of 15 euro (21 dollars) lord knows i'm not going if it aint free. both nights weren't complete failures though. i still managed to: eat shit and scab my knee over, get some free shots, dance to american music at an irish bar, drink mojitos the size of a small child, eat churros con chocolate, twice, see mr. russell quinones, and spend two gorgeous afternoons laying and playing in parque de retiro.

my life be like oooohh ahhh.

pictures i stole from friends: aka shannon walsh.

wasted wednesday

love?

NOVA TAKES MADRID

best sangria yet. 

fRiDaYyYy

i know i know, i'm due for an update full of stories and laughs. after the amount of alcohol i consumed on wednesday, my trip to segovia today, and a fun night planned tonight, a nice long post should be an achievable goal for tomorrow. just thought i'd let ya'll know i'm still alive and well. very well actually.

some preview photos (album obvi coming soon):

my daily postre. #fatgirlproblems

aquaducts in segovia. there's no cement holding them together...

stream of consciousness: i need to nap but i can't fall back asleep, my feet hurt, its hot as ballz, i hate the euro, it's too expensive, i need nail polish remover so my hands don't look like a 12 year old during their punk stage, i shouldn't be complaining at all, i'm in fucking spain, i'm gonna go read a book i think.