This article pretty much has my life in Madrid down to a T. Unfortunately, it's also a dreary foreshadowing of my future spending habits in Manhattan.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/25/nyregion/25scrimp.html?ex=1369627200&en=211861dee949e072&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink
"Allison Mooney, 27, whose first job in the city was in publishing, often skipped dinner before going out, and instead took along mixed salted nuts in her purse. When things got really tight, she occasionally sneaked a flask filled with vodka into bars. Other times, she reluctantly resorted to flirting."
I've gotten way beyond the whole "reluctance to flirting" gig. Ask Ali, we no longer have shame. The only thing is that European flirting is way different than American flirting. Or just the frequency of flirting (and perhaps intensity) needs to be adjusted when crossing the Atlantic.
O sea, que los machos espanoles no estan muy acostumbrados a recibir atencion de las chicas espanolas. Entonces, hay que tener mas cuidado en Madrid que en Manhattan diria yo.
Ok I'm off to the gym. This "done" with exams until June 17th thing is super weird. I have given myself the week off to do nothing. And I'm doing it very well.
Song of the day:
Young folks. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=36904484
Oh one last thing... the Grey's Anatomy season finale changed my life. So cheezy and so Grey's and so what the show needed! Friggin candle outline blueprint ending. I loved it, so go ahead and judge. I like cheezy television.
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