Found two good reads today. Mighty fine, I say.

One of the reasons why I don't write in Spanish is exposure. That is, I don't want anyone that knows me physically finding my blog. Why? Because I'm too personal in this blog; I let all my bitchiness come out. Information gives power; I don't want anyone having power over me. All the people who read this blog know a side of me very few people actually know in my "real" life, and vice versa. That's the way I want it. Being my blog in English, if any Mexican who stumbles upon it will immediately assume it's a gringa's blog, not a mexican's. And that is just fine by me.

Another reason is the pathethic little possé Spanish bloggers tend to adopt. Either you find blogs that feature entries equivalent to:

I goshfuck fuck you I hate Matrix I hate US I hate everything and I also hate you because you make me double sick you badass you!

These blogs can be really good if the person who's writing it is really good, and so far I've only found one that is worth mention, because celeste is truly witty, sharp, and hilarious. She knows her Spanish (and her English) and she knows how to use it. Besides, she is not a poser; she writes like that because she truly hates mankind. And womankind too. (If you ever find this little blog, celeste, I know you're going to totally hate me but I don't care. I still like your blog. It was because of you that I started mine, you know). If the people who write these blogs are posing, ergo, writing pure hate and sarcasm because they think it's cool to do so, they end up being tiresome. And boring. And repetitive.

Spanish blog type B is more or less like this:

Tuesday, June 10th.
In this day the circunvalescence of your high-spiritness is comparable to the metaphor of Tandarita's composition on the unbearable terribleness of this world's trend to depart.

Followed by nine unending paragraphs in the same grandiloquent style. It is not that it is incomprehendible, but that it is fake to the ninth power that gets you in the end. You want to kill those guys, seriously. My guess is that they all think themselves Borges in one of his laberynths. And, you know, they're like, NOT. So you take one of their massive sentences, break them down into pieces, and they don't make sense (of course, since they obviously made their entry with a dictionary at their sides, picking the longest words they saw and throwing them in with no apparent method. In a word, horrible.

So, besides celeste's, I never read any blogs in Spanish. Today I endeveaored (o dear, I know it's close but it ain't it please HELP ME REMEMBER THE VERBS). So I started browsing for Mexican blogs, and upon mere luck I stumbled into a very good one: cas's. Fine fellow. He also knows Spanish and knows that he wants to say something, not save the world with his blog. Way to go, dude.

Those are my reflexions upon blogs in Spanish. Only two are worth reading. Not that mine is, but at least mine's more or less hidden. And I do not even pretend I'm on a language revolution.

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Today I studied chemistry. You wouldn't believe how much you can forget in only five years. Like, everything. Belendor and I puzzled over the different subjects in the glossary for hours. In the end, we just shrugged and let it go. If I'm meant to get in, I will. In the meantime, I already purchased a lottery ticket.