A beautiful beginning together...

So.. I forgot my journal. In the United States. And clearly I am not there. So basically cause Im too cheap to buy another .99 notebook, I began this *thing* I always promised myself I would never do... blog. Ugh - the very word makes me shudder slightly, but in the interest of procrastination (I have a shitload of homework) and saving paper, Ill give it a try.

Ive been in Argentina for about a month or so now, and everything thats been happening has been honestly festering inside of me - therefore it must be blogged out. Buenos Aires is abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous, although obviously its not the summer otherwise Im sure my opinion in the 4298429374329 degree (Celsius of course..) weather would be quite different, but its basically the worlds most perfect weather right now (even though according to everyone and their mother its too cold - bitches you aint seen nothing if you think this is cold. Tards.) Anyways, Im going to do my best to NOT talk about my love life here - its one of my hugest pet peeves of bloggers, but however I will talk widely of everyone (with changed names of course - only to protect the gulitily nefarious. Or the nefariously guilty? Whichever you may prefer.) Pero, lets return to Argentina. Like I said, Buenos Aires? Amaazing. Its truly a must see city. I kinda feel like Latin America is the forgotten continent - whos like "Oh baby, I need to go to Bogota for my next week off"? No. Usually its Europe or whatever for those "exotic" vacations. Us United States-ians dont really get out too often - and when we do, its kinda a shit show (in the worst sense of the world I do mean.) I mean Im even embarrassed sometimes when I see an American abroad - it doesnt shock me when foreigners have this stereotype of Americans when the whole package that can be us abroad is horrible. And I wanna throw something out there, something that everyone does (yes, not just Americans - though its quite prevalent among us for some reason...) Why is it necessary to shout a question when someone who doesnt speak your language doesnt understand? So this happens to me all the time - my hearing is fine, I just dont speak fricking Japanese or whatever. Ugh. So the group just got back From a week in el campo - i.e. hardcore farm land - and after Spain I wasnt quite sure what to expect. I had an amazing time in the Spanish countryside so I was hoping that this experience would at least equal it, but it was beyond Montejicar. I had such a fantastic time, but there def were a couple of things I would have liked to change. I wish, like in Spain, we went alone - not because I didnt love being paired with Liannette, but because I feel like I didnt use mi castellano enough - I leaned on her for a crutch, and obviously thats my own fault but I guess it would have been nice to have been forced into it. Yea I found a horse - but Im actually so sick of talking about horses, I cant even explain it. A comment was made by one of the girls, who definitly doesnt know me well enough to even think about saying anything about me, along the lines (to not only my homestay family, but hers as well - a group of about 10 people) of, "Rebecca likes horses better than people" and just giggled obnoxiously (shocker for her) - and basically Liannette and I looked at each other and just raised an eyebrow. Bitch please, who are you? Whatever. It was so ridiculously country and I loved it - and it was kinda nice to not be with everyone all the time and talk to some different people. I happen to like the group thats with me (more or less), but theres a couple that can be a little much all the time. Oof and my homestay brothers were HOOOOOTTTT. That didnt hurt - they were nice guys, both with girlfriends... Sigh. It cant hurt to look though, right?

So Im currently writing this paper for my Spanish class - it has to be about a polemic topic, so I chose abortion. But I forgot how worked up I get over it, and I just reread what I wrote and its a bit on the militant side. Though Im sure my professor wont mind - hes a lefty himself (and woww! Is that man packing in the pants. Oof. No hay mas palabras.) Its basically 1 of 2 topics that I absolutly will not bend on to another POV - I am staunchly pro-choice and there isnt anything that would or could change that. I respect the view of the right to life, and I can even understand not going through with one for the sake of religion - I can honestly get that, Ive had this conversation with a bunch of my friends (some of whom are fairly Catholic) - what I cannot abide by is the decision of the government, usually a man, to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body. Not only is that unjust, but its way out of line. Why not actually enforce sex ed in schools - educate kids on preventive measures and yes, abstinance, and maybe the amount of abortions would subside. Most women dont say, "Oh yes lets do it without a condom so I have to go through the hassle and shame of an abortion - that sounds like a good time!" For all of the nonsense that ex-Gov. Spitzer has just gone through, the man fought for abortion rights when it looked like Roe vs. Wade would go down - and for that I cannot just throw away my respect for him cause of a mistake with a prostitute - something that hes not alone in doing in the male population, fuck even in the female population too. Every Ohio or Pennsylvania state legislature I read just keeps amping me up til I want to scream from it. The sheer backwards-ness of the idea that the government thinks that by Big Brothering, my life therefore will be a model of virtue kills me. Anyway. Thats my soapbox for the day. Tomorrow? Im sure Ill think of something else.

Oh and the other topic? Gay marriage. Im sorry, last time I read that heterosexual couples have a 50% divorce rate - clearly we're doing a whole lot better. Ok, back to Webster vs. Reproductive Health Services... *shiver*