Current mood:	creative
Current music:	Sleater Kinney- "Jumpers"

So where do you go when you leave?
Say it with me, kiddies.

WOOOORRRRRRLLLDDDDD CUUUUUUPPPPP

Yes, coming from probably the biggest football non-fan in the history of the sport. I'm psyched about it too. I cant really help it-- people here are so crazy for the sport it's hard not to get caught up in the craze. The people in Argentina make even the most avid, passionate football fan in Colombia seem like a languid, mentally challenged, anemic 13 year old girl. They follow most every single game with equal passion, but when Argentina plays, fuck, it's just insane. Streets are deserted, businesses are closed down, time seems to kind of stop because everybody's either at their own home or at a friend's place watching the game. With at least two dozen beers lined up and something to snack on, for sure, and whenever a goal is scored by Argentina they get into a frenzy. You've probably seen how the commentators stretch out a single syllable as much as possible and in their loudest voice. Well, it's the same here, except with a lot more banging and clattering and jumping around.

It's interesting 'cause here in Argentina, the football fanbase --it's much more all-encompassing than in Colombia. It's much more of a male, 15-to-50-year-old thing in Colombia, from my own personal experience, while here you get everything from 10 year old girls to 70 year old ladies cheering every single goal just as loudly as the mustard-stained Quilmes-tshirted overweight 35 year old guys with the bald spots. It's actually quite cool, I think. It's definitely a national thing in every sense of the word, and everything from TV adverts to political radio broadcasts is geared towards the World Cup. For example, I saw a billboard Ad today about some third-wave feminist bullshit book that referenced the World Cup, which I thought was very poetic. I don't remember exactly what the ad said, but I remember it being hilarious. I'll take a picture of it tomorrow.

You might notice I'm talking about football and not soccer. That's basically because it's called football and soccer is the name Americans gave to it because they don't want it to be confused with their own pansy-ass version of rugby. Because American football sucks and nobody outside of America gives a shit about it. So there.

So friday was the Argentina- Serbia y Montenegro game which ended in a victorious 6-0 in Argentina's favor and that was probably the craziest football-watching experience I've ever had. A bunch of us from school went over to a friend's house to "study" for an upcoming test after the game, but the studying was a little hard to do with the post-match frenzy and the enormous amount of alcohol in our systems. The craziness that ensued is too much to put down in text, but it was great, yeah. I'll probably get some pictures soon, if I can remember the name of the girl who owned the camera (or find the little pink piece of paper where, after the alcoholic bonding and inevitable "You're fucking great, Colombian! I love Colombia!", I wrote down her e-mail address).

Meanwhile, school is a shitload of work but I'm managing. It's a little less than a month 'til the semester's over and I'll be happy to take the break. A Happy Father's Day to you all. Dads are important. Call yours if you can.

Oh, and I got some pictures of my two-year-old little brother David today.







I'm missing out on him growing up and it hurts so badly.