Rain...

Ok, so when people said in the beginning of January that the rain was an abnormality, a freak incident of nature, basically, when people said that I was right in thinking rain in California was not supposed to be, I believed them. When the rain stopped, and the marvellous weather started, I almost forgot about the rain even, ignoring its stain on my stay so far.

Then it came back.

Ok, to be honest, it isn't as bad as it was in that first week. The rain actually stops from time to time now. But my feet still get wet, and if there's one thing I don't like, well, it's wet feet.

Luckily we made the right choice for our exploration this weekend. Our goal this Saturday is the mall (mostly because both Sylvia and Theresa have boyfriend coming over soon and want to get suitable underwear). I'm very curious to see what it's like, a true blue American mall...

Actually, very atypically for me, I have my whole weekend planned out. Tonight we're going to see "the Motorcycle Diaries" on campus, and after that there's a party at Claudio's, and tomorrow night we're going to party (and probably sleep) at Brigid's apartment in Century City.

That's the future, now what about the past? Not that much to tell, really. I'm in a weekday rythm now that's probably not very different from anyone's. Last Wednesday I finally got off my butt and did Capoeira with Terry, followed by sit-ups I can still feel. Yesterday, I had a lazy day. I had only one class, at 3pm, and in that class we watched "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly". I was surprised to find out that Clint Eastwood was actually pretty hot, a long long time ago. Also, I love westerns, I don't know why, but the aesthetics of it somehow really agree with me.

On a sidenote, it's strange seeing Kill Bill 2 before ever seeing the Good etc. Tarantino used some Moriconne music from the latter movie in Kill Bill 2, and hearing it in its original context is strange when you associate the music with something else. It's not like I expected the Bride to waltz into the frame, but it felt very postmodern.

Cheers,

H.