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I am jinxed. I am. They other day they stole my iPod. That's a terrible thing to do to a person, it's an expiable sin, I hope they rot in hell. A bunch of savagers in this country! And they keep blaming the poor emigrants who are trying to make a decent living selling vegetables in shitty 7-11s. How can a person, mind you, in a wifi exquisite cafe in the city center, just steel from another? How can they just go home and enjoy it. Oh my god, I have an ipod i didn't have to pay for, I'm like, the best! Dude, it's so wrong. That's why there are so many nazis in this country, because they hate competition. They hate it when other people steel what  THEY could have stolen. Man, I've been in this country for just three weeks now, and I'm already feeling unwelcome. I resent that. I just came here for the weather and to have enough peace in my life to be able to finish my novel. That's all I'm asking. I don't even wanna get friendly with them, not like this, anyway. But no, there always have to be some low life to take advantage of the honest people, the sensitive ones, and mess with their lives. Makes me sick. And when I say low life, I don't mean poor people that have nowhere to sleep or nothing to eat, cos I would have gladly given it to them if I thought it would help. No, what I mean is, no good people, with enough means to have everything they need, but with so little intelligence that somehow, intuitively, they know they're never gonna accomplish ANYTHING in their lives.  Zero, zip, nada. So they're best shot to make an impression on the humanity is to rob it from what they love best. Because i loved my iPod. I bought it in the Mac Gallery on 5th Avenue, on one of the best days of my life. I had my music, my photos, my contacts there, I feel so violated.
I think I'm having a Raskolnikov moment. I have to go kill some old woman. Don't try to stop me, resistance is futile!

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    It's getting better and better everyday. I feel so much comfortable with the place I'm staying, I'm starting to enjoy the good life. Of course, I am still on a lookout for a better alternative, but I'm not desperate anymore. I don't want to leave this neighborhood, it's so happening. Sure, there is still the no-internet problem, but on the bright side, it keeps me going places. Like, right now I'm in a nice cafe with wifi that I recently discovered, and I'm mingling with so many people. Also, I overcompensate by reading twice as many shitty blogs, but who can blame me? Shitty blogs rule.
    Barcelona is so alive at each given time. Like, yesterday there were thousands of Scottish men in town supporting some football team, who invaded all the pubs in the city. And not only that, apparently they managed to out-of-stock the beer in most of them. I gotta hand it to them Scottish people, they are very determined and results-oriented. I haven't seen so many people drunk singing in the street in my life, and I've seen quite a bit. Of course, the only thing worse than a drunk Scotsman singing is a drunk Scotswoman singing, and I assure you, there were quite a few. This morning, I've seen one of them getting totally naked and climbing up a palm tree. Apparently, in Barcelona there is no law against public nudity, and foreigners like to take advantage of it. Hei, I don't blame them. Which reminds me of the last Heroes episode: man, that Milo is good!
    I am very prolific with my work, I have already sent the two articles for the next issue of the magazine I'm a contributing editor for. I'm being asked the third one. You see, I'm so good with respecting deadlines, I think this is one of my greatest qualities. Out of the bloom, my editor in chief is popping by this weekend, which will be my first encounter with someone from home since I left. I'm a bit nervous, but I think I can handle it. I don't know why, but sometimes I want to completely forget who I was before starting over in here.
    I still haven't written anything new on my novel, which is the only source of frustration. I must begin writing pretty soon, otherwise I'm waisting my life here. This is the main reason I chose to run away, I just wanted to emerge myself in this novel I'm writing, without any kind of distractions. It's the only meaningful thing for me right now.
    On the other hand, I've been answering some ads for local publications looking for freelance editors, I could use the extracash.  It would be so exciting to write in Spanish, although most of the time I cheat, because I use google translate from English to Spanish, which is, of course, the greatest discovery of the mankind since the wheel and the penicillin. And mind you, neither English nor Spanish are my native languages. And speaking of foreign languages, this Saturday I'm starting my Catalan classes, they are free for whoever is interested. Catalan is a Latin language that is very similar with French, Spanish and Romanian, and I bet I'm gonna learn it pretty quick. After all, I'm in the capital of Catalonia, I must pay some respect to these people!
    Oh, and I saved the best for last. I got credentials for most of the best live acts in Barcelona, for now on, that means I'll be seeing Manic Street Preachers, Bloc Party, Editors and Arctic Monkeys pretty soon. This is huge news y'all. How cool am I?