excess stuff to say

Geez, I feel like I have a ton of trivial things to say. And the best part is I don't care if they ARE trivial. I don't even know who reads this anymore. It's certainly lost its original purpose of keeping a certain group of friends up to date on my all important life, because those friends don't even seem to read it. Some of them do, but... anyway, it's gone off its course and I don't even care! :)

I'm also writing this in English more and more, which is very annoying for everyone in Chile, but hey... si me conocen saben que yo no hago promesas.

What's up:

Button's getting married this Saturday. Very good.
I indirectly denied X's role in my life twice last week, but I feel I was justified since it's none of their business right?
Bought a cool mug in Orlando with the following faces on it: Malificent from Sleeping Beauty, Evil Stepmother from Snow White, Ursula from Little Mermaid, and Cruella Deville from 101 Dalmations. I love it. Embrace my evil "side" (aka "whole" heh)
I got a rash on my arm, possibly from intense sunbathing at the hotel pool on Monday. I hope it clears up before the wedding.
Gonna start reading A Man In Full (T. Wolfe), I promise.
Wish I could swallow an Encyclopedia Brittanica and actually remember everything in it. Why have I been damned with this spacey Aquarian memory??
Got emails from Luis, Gaby, and an invitation to a Sacred Heart mass in Chile. Another girl replied to All and said "I don't really *do* mass anymore..." Hilarious.
Josh Rouse.
Bright Eyes.
Rushmore soundtrack.
26 degrees.
Read a poem I really liked in the May 30 New Yorker. I think that's the second time that's ever happened. I'm trying to think of the best way to keep it (ie, not just cut it out and stick it in a box somewhere)
I got a call from a boy on a plane today. Very good.