I have an affinity for getting myself into non-sensical situations. And an even greater affiinty for compounding those situations wildly when it comes to matters of the opposite sex. But everything I've experiened I wouldn't change for all the sanity and rationality in the world.

This summer I'm working in Vancouver and volunteering at a stable out in Surrey taking care of horses who are mercilessly ignored by their rich owners. Entering my second year at UBC, I have decided that I have zero idea what I want to be doing for the rest of life life, and have settled tentatively on anthropological archaeology for the time being. Though, in full honestly, I'll most likely end up getting fed up with the whole process and run away to some distant corner of South America where I can drink mate and coconut water until the end of my days.

I grew up in Montevideo, Uruguay and was extracted and replanted here in Canada. Yes, I miss it. No, I do not identify more as a Canadian for all my time spent here. And maybe I will take my future kids down there to grow up, should I ever lose my feeble grip on sanity and decide to have some. This is the single deepest effect living in Canada has had on me. Were I living in Uruguay all this time, I'm sure marriage and children would be a viable option for me when the time came. After observing the foreign practices of the family unit up here, I'm simply not that kind of girl anymore. It's a shame too, because I'm sure my children would be devilishly handsome.

As with everyone, who I really am is reseved for those who know me bestm or at least fake an effort. The long-dead ability of letter writing is an art that demands revival, so just write me for anything else you'd like to know.

Kudos if you have managed to keep reading all this time.

Life (see: Family, friends, men, campfires, and a good red wine)

Closed fists and closed minds.
Music snobs.
Liars.