3 posts tagged “marmelade”

Holy shit, folks, look what I've just received. And it's for real too:

Congratulations!!! You have been nominated for a 2007 Best Of Blog Award!! Especially designed to bring attention to lower profile bloggers, The BoB’s as we like to call them are currently taking nominations in over 20 different categories. To find out more about how your site has a chance to become one of this year’s Best Of’s and how to nominate other bloggers*, visit us at www.thebestofblogs.com. Remember voting begins April 14th so make sure you pass the word to your friends, family, and faithful followers.

Sincerely,
Bill Beck
Project Mgr.
The Best Of Blog Awards

Excuse me, I'm gonna go have a heart attack.

I'll be back!

* yeah, right!

The rest of the world being so busy as it is to go on with its things, thought I should stop taking note for a while and focus on my life, if I may call it that. Ok, where should I start? I'm just gonna enumerate stuff, in no particular order.

1. Toilet: fixed, broken, fixed again, probably breaking soon.

2. Roommates: a short recap for those who couldn't be bothered to read the early stuff. Toni, the Italian photographer / actor / waiter. I don't know what to think about him still, yet he's the one I'm bonding with the most. I reckon he is profoundly unhappy, but I respect him for struggling so hard to achieve something. Whatever that might be. Last weekend we went together to the Juliette concert, me as a reporter and him as a photog. We spent about two hours talking. I told him I hated that he smokes and leaves the ashtrays all over the place. I'm not sure he'll change though. I tried to make him gossip about the other guys, but he was refreshingly positive about everyone. He thinks I spend too much time alone. Well, I'm a writer, I can't write with people around me. He wouldn't understand that, he thinks there's something wrong with me. But I pity all people who can't find comfort in being by themselves. The ones who desperately need the company of others so they don't have to be alone. They are the most boring, emptiest people. Sabrina, on the other hand, the Argentinian girl is much more like me. She doesn't like Toni, she thinks he's not trustworthy. She suspects him he's eating her food. You know what, I thinks she's right. My cereals are disappearing very quickly. It's not that I mind him eating my cereals, I mind him doing so secretly. I'm gonna have to talk with him about this. How ridiculous! But you have to understand, I am the ultimate cereal killer. Behold! I like to mix'em, chocolate with honey and dried fruits with integral flakes. You see, the worst thing when you move to a foreign country is adjusting to its supermarket consumption behavior. Like, for example, I love Cini Minis, but I can't find them in Spain. It's unfathomable. Kellogs with chocolate can only be found in a special delicatessen shop, about forty minutes walking from here. And so the Crunchy Honey. And the Smacks. That's insane. So you see, I have all the right in the world to get all territorial when Toni, the lazy bum, eats my beloved cereals. There, now I said it. As for the third guy, Greg, the French cameraman or whatever he claims he is, he was fired from his phone answering job on the account of being absent for two days because of too much partying. He's now in France.
I wish I had better adjusted roommates. Like me.

3. The hookers situation in Barcelona: I have to talk about it, it's quite striking. If you are into trannies, the best ones are in the Ciudad Universitaria area, that is where the students campus is. Beats me why. I go there at least twice a month, for the live concerts. Girlfriends seem to enjoy what they're doing. They wear those platform high heeled red vinyl boots, miniskirts or hotpants and just a bra. And I can assure you, the cup is a double D minimum. Crazy make-up and long haired wigs, they almost look like women except when they talk. Those deep grave baritone voices give them away. If you are into girls-girls, you should go to Raval, the central neighborhood where I used to stay in December. Recently I've been around and I saw them again, standing there on the street, negotiating BJs with slimy old men. Most of them are clearly on heroine. They probably don't know what they're doing. Police is tolerating it, apparently helps local economy. I guess human compassion can only go as far as economics allows.

4. Losing weight: It's been a month now since I'm going almost every day to the gym. There is an undeniable progress, especially around my waist, but I still need to work hard to get to Heidi Klum's standards. Well, I guess Rome wasn't built in a day either.

5. My home home: I'm gonna pay a visit to folks back home in February. I already feel emotional. I haven't found yet something better than them. Or someone.

6. The novel: my book is making progress. Not respecting my best case scenario, but still, I'm already half way there. According to my plans, I should finish it by February. I'm close to finishing the second part. I have many moments of self doubt, as I have of self complimenting. I'm alone in this, so I have to make it through all by myself. I'm good.

7. The weather: it's getting warmer and warmer. Soon enough I can go sunbathe. With protection screen of course. I'm planning to travel throughout Spain a little bit, the plane fares being so low, I can afford it. Perhaps in march I'll go to Andalucia. How beautiful!

Stick with me,
M

Dear World,

Please be informed that I have (finally) finished the First Part.

There are three more, so please bare with my fickle mood while I'm done with it. I'll make it worthwhile.

Love,
Marmelade