So, not too surprisingly, as it is my sad lot in life it seems, my potentially awesome relationship with The Mexican has gone kaput. And I can´t say I´m surprised. The whole time that it lasted, the whole month, that is to say, I never felt very secure about it. I always felt like something was going to go wrong, which it did.

But although I´m not surprised, this does not mean I am not sad. The reasons for the break up aren´t really important. I think it´s really a matter of timing, more than anything else. He is super-busy right now with his thesis and his job, just got out of a bad relationship, bla bla bla bla bla. I have basically gone through all the phases of mourning about this. Sadness, anger, confusion, ambivalence. Right now I would say I´m in a state of ennui. No doubt I´ll probably go all the way through the cycle again once or twice before I´m completely over it.

The thing that helps the most in these situations, I have found, is being with good girlfriends. Thank god that here in Spain I know some kick-ass chicks who enjoy over-analyzing almost as much as I do. Therefore, the day the shit hit the fan in the matter of this relationship, I went over to my friend Kristen´s house, who has been recently having similar problems to mine with a certain fellow of the Irish persuasion. Full of frustration, anxiety, and sadness, I allowed myself to indulge in a number of sins in which I usually do not partake: I drank a full liter of diet coke, ate an enire package of donuts, and smoked more cigarettes than I had in the entire past year. And you know what? It felt damn good. After that, Kristen and I watched a really stupid movie, and I went home feeling about as good as I possibly could, considering the circumstances.

That Satuday, the day after, Kristen, Andrea, and I got together again. Andrea, who is in a so far successful relationship with a Spaniard, cannot really understand at the moment the way Kristen and I are feeling, but it was good to have her there. After she left, Kristen and I fell back into the old pattern and started having a Yee Olde Fashioned Bitch-Fest. Yes boys, the rumors you have heard about girls doing this sort of thing are entirely true. We put on angry lesbian music and rocked out with our bad selves. Later we also watched Home Alone dubbed in Spanish, which didn´t have anything to do with the bitch-fest, but was just ironic enough to be funny.

This process, of course, was augmented by the two bottles of wine we had drunk, as well as some rum and coke. Now, I´ve attended many a bitch-fest in my day, even hosted a few, but this one was a doozy. For posterity´s sake, we wrote down some of the most choice catch phrases and words of wisdom that we managed to come up with. I will share them with you now:

Just say ¨NO!¨ to Mexico!

Sometimes shy, is lame.

There´s a difference between loud and outgoing.

Men are bullshit!

Fuckaaaah.

If he didn´t have such a wonderful penis, we would all be in better shape right now.

Relationships are like poker; it´s all about who has the upper hand. I had no hand!

This pain is only temporary; herpes is forever.

¨People need to learn to love the semi-colon.¨¨Dude, truer words were never spoken.¨

It´s all about perspective.

It´s almost fun to be bitter.

Guys just play playstation. We hash it out and have a good time.

Hope kills.
Fuck it.
Whatever.
Jane Austen´s books are like trashy romance novels but without the sex, so what´s the point?
Some things you just can´t translate -- it´s not as funny. It´s like Home Alone.
Cool people smoke.
Fucking Irish.
You can´t blame the country. After all, Spain is a delightful place and I´m sure there´s a lot of douchebags here.
In these situations you either laugh or you cry, or maybe a little bit of both. And that´s okay.
So that´s basically along the lines of what our thinking was. We are going to make a t-shirt out of one of them, still not sure which.
But anyway, yea. That´s that. I´m feeling better about it now, but I´m still kind of sad. My sadness is not helped by the fact that last week I lost a third of my classes. Fuck. All my privates with the kids, which, granted, I hated, but which were nonetheless good money. So now I´m not sure what I´m going to do. I have enough money to survive, but not much more, and besides that, now I have all this stupid free time... I´ve put up some advertisements so hopefully I´ll get some more soon. We shall see I guess.
Anyway, I´ve got to go meet Kristen now again. We´re going to get stoned and watch The Family Guy.