Hot Summer Night

Yes, I finally imported the blog... been meaning to do so for a while, but you know how it is... I'm lazy. And in case you are wondering... yes, I did quote Meat-fucking-Loaf. So what? He can't sue me now because I gave him credit.

So I'm supposed to be packing and arrainging stuff and you know... all that crap you do when you're due to travel. Yet I'm on Facebook killing time. It seems that's the only time when I'm there--when I've got something else to do. Throughout the three months of summer that I had nothing to do I perhaps visited Facebook 3 times (to check through, anyway... I logged in quite a bit more times just to poke people because that's what I do--poke. And there's nothing wrong with that, people love to poke! Poking is natural and it's a beautiful action.) and I didn't even go through profiles.

Now, like when I had my exams, I'd rather hang out there posting silly posts (see? that's what I'm talking about!? And this is decent for the stuff I've posted there...) than get down to business. But it worked quite well with my exams, so hopefull it'll work out fine now.

When I look back at this summer, I can only sum it up with two words: "miserable failure". And no, that's not because I decided to invade a country for oil (Venezuela already has oil... sort of... let's just say Venezuela and Cuba have oil) but because I don't think I got anything done. Just to put things in perspective: I broke my Tab key about a month into the summer and with less than a week to go I still haven't gotten it fixed. What a productive life I'm leading, eh?

Anyway, that's all over now. From disturbing welcomes with drunkards and policemen to Santana Nights to driving around the city drunk looking for money to pay our excessive bar tab, I can say that it has definitely been an eventfull summer. Perhaps not in terms of productivity, but definitely in terms memory-making. Not sure how much companies will dig into this whole memory-making summer shit, but it was something I had to do. Now it'll be my job to make myself useful in the real world.

I will not be coming back to Venezuela in December nor the next Summer, and to be honest I don't think I'll be back anytime soon. So well, to those of you who have already left without saying goodbye (Erc you bastard) and not to Tiny who doesn't care enough to drop his old friends a line, I say we'll figure something out. And to those of you who are still here, we'll deal with it appropriately.

Now I've got to go because I really have loads of things to do before Sunday. Plus, I wanna be able to watch the Champions League matches today and tomorrow, so that means more work during the mornings. I mean, for real, I don't want to forget my money and find out at the airport... again!