I have my usual procrastination problems again. Which, to be fair, has not be completely unpleasant and has gotten me some shopping done (chores in Spain, man) including the time I went to CASA HERNANZ, a really beautiful old-school espadrille shop near the Plaza Mayor. I am wearing a pair of flat ones that I bought for 11.75€ from the lady who is probably still grumpy about having to search high and low for dark red for Miss Bigfoot. Considering my suede fetish, I might go back and clear them out. SUEDE NOW, DAMELO.
A bittersweet last art history class this morning. I love this professor. She's quite known for her work on feminist art. But what I loved most about this class was how she made contemporary art less flakey and I think it deserves more respect from popular culture. It suffers from being too self-referential most of the time, which is a shame. I am still in a bad mood from missing two literature classes in a row this week (a very frustrating thing for me is to run into MTA Syndrome wherever I go), but that's another good one too. Despite what I usually say I might mention that the Autonoma is in fact a great university and I would recommend it to anyone thinking about Spain for whatever reason.
I'm really dead from study abroad. I even sound dead. I'm down in a valley. WAKE UP.
Get Free (Bonde do Role remix)
Good. Now that everyone's awake, I'll leave you for some well-deserved beach time and dream of the summer and senioor yeaaar. And you!
And Diplo!
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