I saw the chicken

I just got a friendly reminder that I should be writing my essay… I said right away, sir… but then again, I am so sleepy that if I don’t do something to wake up I won’t be able to concentrate… hehe… at least that’s my excuse : )

It was Fer’s birthday this Monday. we all went to his gf’s apartment for some cake : ) I think it was a nice surprise… lol… well, sort of… hehe. Fer saw The Boy’s shadow walking infront of the window and knew that it couldn’t be Alek’s roommate : ) … I had so much fun. It had been a while since we had all had the time to hang out (ok, none of us really had the time that night either, but oh well). Minino got to see me in my environment… heard un-heard stories about my personal habits, and I am sure he must have realized how sophisticated and well-mannered my friends are. Various informative conversations on personal health/grooming, linguistics, relationships (gosh, those were my favorite) and of course several highly entertaining stories about Valparaiso’s embarassing past experiences had to come up. Oh… and they kept making fun of the way The Boy drank his root beer (ok, that actually was cute… they assume that he must be some kind of abstemious saint just bc he’s my bf…jiji… I kinda like it). And of course… the chicken.

I have a rubber chicken hanging from my car’s mirror. It isn’t mine. It was my sister’s. he’s my hostage… hehe… stole it from her bc she wouldn’t give it to me. he’s just the size of a real baby chicken, yellow, ugly… ugly as they get. and he waggles when my car is in motion… I think he’s the most hilarious thing on earth. He’s cool like that. well, anyway… I was telling the story to one of my friends, and I was pretty surprised she hadn’t seen the chicken yet. either Janie or The Boy immediately said “I saw the chicken!” We all burst out laughing, and 15 mins of rubber chicken jokes (which I am sad to say I can’t remember any more) followed… my sister's chicken is famous. we’re getting t-shirts, so he'll be world-famous soon… “I saw the chicken.” I’m dead serious. We’re getting chicken t-shirts.

I’m just very glad Fer stopped half-way through his cake-biting ritual so I could splash his face on the cake. (For those of you who might not know, it is our tradition to bite your BD cake after blowing the candles… your friends try to push you, and you try to fool them or bite it as fast as possible so they don’t get you)… in any way… Fer’s old, very old. 22, and my oldest acquaintance here at SMU—met him the VERY minute I stepped out of the taxi that brought Mom and me from the airport. Three and a half years from then, he’s my frat brother, dating my ex-roommate (one of my best friends, whose life I must have ruined by introducing him to her), and he is old as heck… but we still love him. Como dices, Minino? Ah, si. Life is good.

Well... all of this to say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRO!!




On another note... I'd like to thank the boy for last night's hot chocolate. Thanks for listening to my little self-examination. I was actually able to sleep a little bc of that. Tonite’s Indian was pretty darn good too! We will have Pollo a la Poblana this weekend, whatever happens! : )

…and now, back to my essay : )

oh! just wanted to say that this blog was written in English, even though I started writing it in Spanish at first… just so that Michael (hehe… hi, you!) and Janie could read it. Jeje… don’t think I didn’t hear you guys complain : )

...and I locked myself out of my room today. hopefully the girls will be back when I get home : )
ok, ok!! lol... he keeps popping up on the screen... yes, yes. back to my essay.