formally announcing anew feeling of home:

-yesterday morning picking up my boxes turned to be a far longer in take than most.
-i'm fighting with cereal in the same way im fighting with time.
- someone tell me if leaving your laptop in the bathroom while showering is a bad idea.

i have most of my early possessions from home. i say most because i noticed the pieces praxis managed to snag. notice in her pictures a gray real savvy made by jigsaw masterpiece of a sweater shirt. notice my french connection black cheeath print circularly bought two years ago though still mating.its a warm warm long sleeved im everything i want to be sweater.its on her body, on all her photos. you know what. it doesnt nearly bother me as much as never seeing my carefully drawn on white converse. or ten year old onitsukas splashed with plenty long running memories in the gym . its not a big deal as i have something better. its called pride. no its ccallled eleven jackets, seventeen pairs of pants, fresh black converse, a large amount of socks. and more which i will encouragingly not mention. though still mentioning what i got isnt as important as what ive made. and this is when it gets sappy.
self realization s:
does this mean im never coming back? well maybe. unless a multimillion tempting offer takes place im stuck to the walls of madrids raspy callings.

get yourself some holiday pussy.

give me your address and ill give you some fun--- a christmas card. one of a kind. high quality.



i'm serious, place here, and if you're a pussy about it send via email. mightimows@gmail.com
no spam.

i'm filled with it looking like a glee "ing" glow stick.

do you know what i'm looking at? RIGHT IN FRONT of me lays the very well ultra savvy most important little rectangle hard plastic of my life. today yes, im saying it , i managed to acquire my spanish ID. DNI. and i feel like im a staple-- a real something.

FINALLY I'M HERE I'M HERE---- IN FOR THE TAKING.

I keep forgetting about this. For the meantime I can talk about twelve things thatve been eating my ass in the most peculiar way. First I wanted to comment on my new worlds abundance filled with drizzle and theme. Theme is moving passports being mailed to my name as if they were some stolen religion. If you sent me fake tickets to rome then know that I’m coming . Im only talking figuratively or for a weekend or two. Type two : I made profit of my day and something that I realized is I’m better off learning English from anyone who s a non American, I say this becuas e i now say phrases like “it’s a shit” and I’m really good at using that line and spreading oil all over it. If you want to know more about the English I’m teaching THEN you should know that at times I’m forced to make everything up. A bird can do my job which means it’s very difficult. “Why am I posting all these pictures on facebook, how can I talk about it. What’s going on here carla. Have you become cool , yesterday in areia upon running into big torti I realized this. Wait, what,? Was this one of the first times you realized your popularity.” This is an example of how I don’t think. Don’t worry fans. Im stil verry humble. Just looking for some compliments: insert here----_____--.
Who wants to see pictures of my new flat? Well too bad im not showing you. I’ve made a video instead. Though when telling tati and explaining the idea and concept behind mtv’s cribs the Italian blow up real life white haired doll, couldn’t stop with her exploding "carla you’re an idiot" laughter. Will I post the video? I don’t know I don’t know,, see, I feel stupid now. Did I make one? The answer is yes I made four. Not from vanity but from lack of memory space and old picture non deletion. You don’t know how hard it is to write without a p . death in a nutt. Shit.

under newness

so far i have one follower: found in the physics section of mission high he returns to me through such a distance--my biggest fan. this i can digest, one large dedication. i promise you that class was always exctiing, primarily speaking about yearbook's younger years..at this age twelve months passing and for my case four, really makes the difference.

how is that going anyways?

who took my postions, where's the new chief?

im in my own flat. its not my own entirely but i pay enough to claim half of it. sharring the other with irene the only madrilenha left in town. now with arriba gone i can only see some between times, passing by, moving through the cold streets and metro. has everyone migrated to the left? this can not be.

im lying.

cant stop dreaming about the fresh muffins found in the cafe just up the street -walk for a couple of minutes and you can get you own juice made, what is better. tell me. grocery shopping, i want something from trader joes. i want some pomegranite honest tea. i want some american to eat my face. some american thing. like dried mangos dipped in spicy. like tony's shrimp curry made with naan.like the tenderloin indian food made by moody makers unliklely to smile when your asking for extra sauce. like all the bad moods coming forward. like a big big big big big bowl of cereal just laying in the pantry upstairs, always waiting ten big boxes always milk always something.

shit

its so different when youre alone, at times, its nice to jump on some tendencies that a forgetful fast paced mover always over passes.

STILL LOOKING FOR A FLAT? TAKE A BREAK AND LOOK AT THIS

im writing you in the middle of the urge of having to shit and other things that i will not list here due to a visit from an unfriendly boner. iw rite to you everyday you just cant see it. i dont know what to do with all these pleasant messages their trapped in my japanese ritmo notebook. i spent a dollar on it in t his store in daily city. its a real cool place filled with real japanese imported products all costing no more than five bitches--bucks. the pens for example are UN BEL I E V A BLE. do you know what that word means , its a big word meant for winners...

i wil answer all you mens GQ questions in the following message. this is just an intro to get the part y started.

first of, obviously, i miss you. your hairy butt, your hairy chest your hariy legs scrapping my body like a rug pushing to get in. maybe theres no hair on this keyboard but typing on it reminds me of the nice people that ive been thinking about for longer than a while. yes, i find some benefits in keeping you around. one. ] im able to talk to someone with no interruptions, with pure intentional listening. for a change its nice. for change is something....

i think that letters are meant for letters. so form this as my original opinion.this is the point to state one thing: i will differentiate my letters with my emails, with my internet activity messages on any social networking blog posting. words on actual paper written with an actual hand derive from a different brain cell. consider this the next time your thinking and actually mail me something glittery. obviously, this i smy new fantasy,. im more than really into it and will hit the favor back.


things need to stay with what their made of.

ill tell you about my night:

i dont know why but i choose to tell you everythinhg. all the time. everyday so here we go:

dans and mias party at dans boss's house real weird in the full sense of the word and zec got too drunk that he pulled my legs down as i was stirring the key into the hole to get inside home--finally. tati didnt want to party, she needed a break. this i understand -neither did i but last night was Halloween and without moving sleepings just silly. plus currently i have no one to rest at home with. so its easier, met a dj. his name is pronounced "me-high" its michael in a language, i cant remember the name of. i think im a better dj than him because i was like ok ok play the boo boo song play the BOO BOOsong. i mean its halloween. and yet nothing. i understand a couple things: i know that djs hate requests and i know that djs hate being told what to do by anyone with the name of carla uriarte. but shit , sometimes you just gotta scream like you don't give a fuck. it was better tha n the stupid girl wanting to hear tina turner. quickly for a second there a died.

and now to answer your questions:

Ten Questions Men want to Know about Carla Uriarte.

(extract from the "MAN" Magazine, Spanish Version, Octobre 31st 2008)

1. When did you write that comment on your blog answering "Linda", before you knew it had been me who had written it, or after?

before. know that you got me there, it's a rare commodity so eat it and chew it for a while--- preferably thirty times like the Japanese. actually after realizing it was you i wrote something like you piece of shit..though due to my absent minded refusal to log in, it never made network..

2. When you say Aguicate, you mean Aguacate? jaja
aguacate. thats the last time you make fun of my spanish,.

3. How can you make "burping" an art?
well letting it out is expressing yourself, isnt that what arts about?

4. Our journalists have made a little research about your life back in San Francisco. We've been ashtonished by a photo of you on a train, in the subway. Is there subway in San Francisco?

ha, what a question. IS THERE A SUBWAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME. yes, these subways are called muni. also the parallel to cercanias is BART/ we're just as advanced as spain carinho. the muni onsists of the J M N T L and maybe i cant remember the name. also theres an F which runs on the street looking like this:
F TRAIN LINK

5. Simeone, one of our specialists on "Gay things", caught one of our reporters, Alberto Le Jerk, watching that photo of you in the metro, where you look like a girl to dream of. Did you knew he said you were "carina", with a gayly accent? It sounded like music in our ears.

TELL HIM I LOVE HIM.

6. What's the secret of life? Please, tell our readers.
eating, thinking about eating. making big meals for big training days. dodging bullets named linda, jk. is this really viewable from google? you kill me.

7. There's a photo of this man in many corners of Rome.

http://images.google.it/images?sourceid=navclient&hl=it&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4ADBF_itIT257IT258&q=padre%20pio&um=1&sa=N&tab=wi

We were courious about who he was, and found out he was a miracolous priest who lived in Italy years ago, who had stigmas (injuries in his hands) and was ver popular in this country. His name is Padre Pio. Do you find any ressemblance between him and any person you know?
are you talking about the allergic reactions my hands would get from alcohol>? if not no, and im confused.

8. We've got in contact with some of your old students, back in time, when you used to teach english in Cantoblanco.

He said you used to spend your time convincing them to be friendly to democrats, and blamed republicans for everything...

What do you have to say to these statements?

maybe so. subliminal messages mostly. for example if you sing the song "head shoulders knees and toes backwards" its really saying "all hail OBAMA mccains a bitch, republicans bad democrats good" or anything as easy as repetitive drawings of hero donkeys and evil elephants. but nothing too extreme, i'm very nonchalant wIth these kinda persuasive learning techniques--you gotta teach our FUTURE SOMETHING.

9. We know you, unlike many famous people, don't have an amateur video tape made in your wild years... but we can't help this question... can you MAKE ONE for us. We promess no witnesses.

JESUS NO.

10. Whats the secret, how do you do it to revitalize souls with just a hah, an "ew", or a once in a while smart comment?

...

I'll keep on talking to you, LIVE, now.