blissful derangement

2 September 08 11:30 - 16 September 08 20:00ish

Who: Ana & Chus

What: Stopped me for a signature.

When: After I walked timidly through their circle of Spanairds a couple days into the dorm experience.

Where: In my hallway on the way to my dorm room.

Why: Twenty signatures would force their friend to create a tuenti account.

Result: Infiltrated into the Spainard circle.

AKA: Life never to be the same again.

The next 2 weeks were composed of the following:

1) intensive course from 9-1, lunch from 2-3:30, dinner from 9:30-10:45

(note: dinner was always accompanied by someone approaching me with the line

'the cheese in wisconsin is the best')

2) spending too much time surfing internet ads for an apartment.

3) nightly 2nd floor fiesshta. i.e. loud rock, heavy metal or salsa music mixed with alcohol, random soccer ball passings, youtube video viewings, stolen-from-the-cafeteria croissant burnings, etc.

-or-

nightly patio botellons whose end was determined by the night guard.

4) walking 2 streets to iron bar from 1-3ish...

5)...crossing over to cabalah bar from 3ish to 5ish/6ish

6) returning back to the dorms after a long night of smoke osmosis for a quick hangout and a 5ish/6ish am shower.

7) hating my 8:00 alarm clock with a passion deeper than any i've known in my life.

8) habitually repeating steps 1 through 7.
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I have never been more thankful that someone has asked me for my signature. Although it indirectly led to suffering through my 9 and 10 am Spanish political and art history classes, I still pulled off a father-commended 'absolutely fantastico' AB and found myself a happy place to live. But more importantly, I've made friends who still welcome me back with an enthusiastic 2 besos and "hombre!! que tal?!"

Dedicated to:
Chus, David, Ana, Miguel, Álex, Rafa, Tito, Hacha, Giorgio, Carmen, Irene, Trino, Chechu, Kotrina, Hightower, Chiu, Feder, Émory