day six

I FIGURED OUT HOW TO USE A PHONE

Day three

The sound of a million leaves blowing in trees.

Beautiful.

that pretty much sums up today.

Day Two

Well, hate to say it, but today was WAYYY better than yesterday, i woke up at 9:50 (8 our time) and got "breakfast" a random group of people went to the cemetery, museum and shops.

I think i really enjoyed today because i feel like everyone got along well.

to me, the most important aspect of any relationship is communication, be it with my peers, or the people of argentina. communication makes everything SO MUCH EASIER and prevents mis-communication. to me, i'd rather over emphasize my point than leave someone with a vague notion of what I'm trying to say. It's so hot and nice and i love being a tourist, i've never mad such a fool of myself, it's so freeing, though at times i try to pretend that i'm not a tourist.... and i don't know anyone i'm with...

Day One

The plane ride was AWFUL. firstly.

I was stuck next to a family carousel of a mom, father, and son switching seats.

none of these people seemed to understand the concept of personal space.

But as soon as i got out into the sunshine, i forgot about the stressful trip.

it's hot, with a cool breeze.

hammock weather, for sure.

The rooms are less than what I had expected.

But so far my first meal was absolutely delicious. Although two of the girls from my group sat down next to an Argentine couple, and the woman made this absolutely HORRIFIED face and immediately asked to be moved. It was hilarious.

Tonight we go to dinner together...

fun.

Princess Me

When I go home I feel like a princess

I even have a towel

it says "Princess Danielle"

And I sit in my princess bed in my princess pajamas.

But the sun always wakes me up, because I have no curtains

WHAT KIND OF PRINCESS DOESN'T HAVE FUCKING CURTAINS!?!?

the end.

Inspiration

Soft

everything is squishy. typing on the keyboard

squish squish squish

the keyboard is hot, the lights flicker, but they are not flickering. how can i remember to spell? what is english, what are languages. THIS IS THE INTERNET, what a concept. Cars are outside honking, someone has a life that is different than mine...

right now

my fingers look stubby. my hands, i can see.... the bones. but i know i can't really see the bones, its just the light, my hair feels soft on my skin, on my neck

my hair, is falling, like two little curtains. beside my face, people outside are talking. I wonder what they're talking about, will they remember this tomorrow? when they wake up. beep beep

car horns are useless.

i'm still hungover, how is that possible? have i been up for years? what is sleep, will i ever sleep again? my nose is cold. but my eyes arent. everything is mush. im a big mush ball. on a mush bed. with mush covers all around me. I pretended my fur coat was my dead pet owl, does that make me weird? letters? how can i keep up. my neck hurts from holding my head up.

i just made art with words. and no one will understand it.