I'm here, bitches!
Buenos Aires is chilly, the sky kind of looks like Pittsburgh — you can't tell if there are clouds or just sky, and oh yes, rain just started pouring out of that very same nondescript sky I mentioned — and the old people are so so cute. And the people dress really funky, which is sometimes bad and sometimes good. And I just had an empanada and cafe con leche and it — particularly the coffee — was delicious.
I have a good feeling about this Buenos Aires. When I was in the airport waiting for my taxi, the guy who escorts people to their taxis asked if 25 was my number and i said si. Then he said "Ohhh! Hola!" and I was all "Hey! I mean, hola!" And then we he left me to be in my taxi with my fellow IES students and he looked straight at me and said "Bonita! Muy bonita!" and I was all "Gracias, boo!" except without the boo part. I'm not bringin the hood to Argentina! Ok, I am. Also, some of th IES people are really lame/boneheads/meatheads, and some of them are kind of tight. More on that later.
I live in a little apartment-like residence hall on a street named Paraguay in Palermo Viejo. My roommate and I have our own bathroom. This is what our room looks like —
Yes, those are my chucks. No, I don't feel like turning the picture around.
And that's it for now. I'm settling in with a purchase of delicious champagne (Extra Brut) and I get to probably see Claire today. If I party, you'll know about it. I've already spotted some hot thangs. Yes, I typed thangs.