Things I could do to fit in better here

Brown hair dye, brown contacts.
Blacker clothing.
Bici bicycle that I drive dangerously without a helmet.
Moped that I drive dangerously with a helmet.
Chain-smoke outside.
Chain-smoke inside.
Get a mullet.
Get dreadlocks.
Get both (hideous, you really cannot imagine it, trust me).
Pierce something on my face.
Shrink about 6".
Baggy, ripped pants.
Graffiti political slogans on walls (all walls).
The above, in Catalan.
For that matter, learn Catalan.
Walk slower.
Talk faster.
Have (do? make?) "solidaritat."
Sleep in the middle of the day.
Drink in the middle of the day.

Been missing

Hello all, my computer has been broken. Since it takes extra effort to walk down (read: elevator down) to the computer room in the basement, I have been delinquent with the posts. I can't really promise the situation will be ameliorated until my computer is fixed, and I don't know when that will happen. We'll see, we'll see.

In other news, I had to use the computers at the UB (University of Barcelona) today because they haven't given me a username/password for their system yet, and one of my readings was on said system. So. I'm sitting there, trying to read a 15-page article in Spanish, and the guy at the end of my row, who has a gigantic hippie beard and hair that hasn't been washed/cut for 3 years, starts screaming and spitting like a maniac. And then he stops. And no one says anything. 3 minutes later he starts up again. Still, no one says anything. I eventually gathered that he had the worst case of Tourette's I've ever seen. That still doesn't explain, however, why he had pulled his underwear halfway up his torso, thus giving himself a gigantic weggie (sp). Odd stuff.

So that was my day.

and on

And on and on

Fyi, you're supposed to be checking out our tour guide's sweet kicks in that second photo.

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Disclaimer: Mischa took the middle one. Also, Cliff took a couple of the photos in earlier posts, but I am not sure which.

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