Shit son
My parents started to move into thier condo this weekend.
Finally no more Redmond. Coming home to Seattle on the weekends and staying in a confined space with my dog and parents will be super cool. And after I am 21, I can go to bars and clubs in Seattle and crash there. Word.

Intensive Spanish ends after this week and we start our regular classes. The classes are going to be rad. Its all discussion, conversation about cool stuff. Archelogy and Mexican Health/Society and then my research project. I am going to talk to some organizations soon about starting something.

We are in process of changing our immigration status. Thus I have a shit load of papers to fill out….3 or 4 copies of every page because Mexican politics of these sort of events is ridic. Depending on who I see…I will have to redo this form or get my picture taken in a different size or they need another copy…or something. Groovy. I have to write a letter to the Immigration office explaining why I am here…how long…how Im staying wity, basically every detail possible. And dont forget this is all in Spanish.
I met these two dudes that run an office here in Oaxaca and all these do is facilitate programs around Southern Mexico. They are fresh out of Master degrees….and I am much jealous of them. It is the sort of thing I can imagine my self doing. Doesnt sound too hard to do either.

Now that I have recovered from my prolonged illness I am going out soon. There are too many nightlife options here…what a shame.
And God suckered me into joining MySpace….

so if you’re a cheerleader, I’m a….
a) sad little pervert
b) pathetic friendless geek
c) sexgod without any brakes
d) fill in….