Por que se preocupe?

From a letter to a friend this afternoon:
La abuela me dice, "Heathers (they all have issues with my name. El Abuelo me llama 'headrest' hoy), Heathers, tienes comida, tienes una cama, tienes agua, no necesitas tener preocupes", cual sona mas bien en espanol que ingles, pero da igual. Es la verdad.
Por que se preocupe?

I'm getting along better than I thought. I also woke up already cuddling a classmate this morning. Poor Lexi, I was laying right on her chest.

La Cantina

Here, my friend, is an ode to the Cantina. I want to go inside so badly. Its the type of place, as a fellow study abroad student pointed out, that if you walked in, everyone would stop what they were doing and stare like an old Western movie, or 3:10 to Yuma, or something of that nature. It's trouble. Profa made a point to tell us not to enter a Mexican Cantina. The sign definitely says Cubana. Loophole?
But no, seriously, how awesome would it be to walk in. Have you seen the doors? I'd feel like a bad ass caballera. Who doesn't want that?

It's going to be a long month, Cantina, a long month.

Never Have I Ever..?

From an excerpt in my day journal today at the Guanajuato airport:
No tenia ni idea que la persona me dijo cuando estaba en la fila para el avion a Leon. Esto, lo me causa un "freak out" y ahora tengo miedo y no se exactamente que lo voy a hacer para las proximas semanas. No podia contestarle una pregunta de un hombre atractivo porque estaba loca y ahorano estoy en mi mente correcta? Debo estar emocionada y hablando con cada persona le encountro--pero estoy en el siente, escribiendo en mi diario y escuchando a las conversaciones de todo. Necesito pelotas.
Tambien: Recuerdo: Nunca llevar cortas en un avion a Mexico. Siento como una puta y siento estupida, tambien, mis piernas sienten como los de un elephante. Idea mala. Nunca lleva cortas.

We've already gotten in trouble for drinking down here. Ordering two beers within three hours is out of hand and unacceptable. Good to know. On a lighter note, I coerced one of my Spanish professors into a game of "Never have I ever..", which led to some real interesting tidbits about shower sex and prostitute circles.
Fairly successful first night, regardless of the alcohol drama and fear among us outcasts of being kicked out for our alcoholism and desire for an outrageous trip.

Preparing for the Journey

So, if it's not clear already, I really have no idea what I'm doing as a blogger. I didn't even know how to create a blog (if you can't tell by the shitty template).
BUT, I'm really excited, and nervous, and anxious, and everything is completely surreal at this point. I leave for Mexico in a matter of hours. I mean, I do have to get over a cumulative final at 8am tomorrow first, but that's not what this whole thing's about.

Basically, I need to study so let's get to the point:
I'm creating this blog to remember and share my experiences while studying abroad in Guanajuato, Mexico this summer. Who knows if it will be interesting or worth your time reading, but there's only one way to find out..