Fear and Loathing in Mexico

Day 50

Sometimes it is really hard being Mexican. As a fifty day member, I feel isolated in my new community. Everyone is always speaking Mexicanese around me. Jonathan took some Spanish in high school, but not enough to get
anything practical accomplished. All he remembers is "dónde está la tienda de zapatos" which doesn't come up as much as you'd expect. I can't understand why Tim Robbins thought it was a good idea to come to Mexico in Shawshank Redemption.

Sleeping with Jonathan is nice enough though. He's like a small space heater with a deviated septum. He has a shy bladder, but beyond that he makes a great roommate. Now off to bed. More Mexican adventures soon!


Day 51

something really awful just happened to jonathan and i. we both had a nightmare. i thought i saw warren. i cant remember much of it but there was a phrase in mexicanese that jonathan is looking up right now. my hands are shaking so bad, but thanks to mrs telnocks 8th grade typing class i will always have steady hands in home row.
jonathan says the phrase means: it eats you starting with your bottom.
i'm not exactly sure what that is supposed to mean, but it scares the pants off me.
we're going to try going back to sleep now. night.

48HRS (in jail)

Jail changes a man. Time on the inside seems so much longer. Although they tell me I've been on the inside for roughly forty-eight hours, it feels like several well developed lifetimes. Jonathan and I shared a cell, which was nice because he's compact and doesn't take up much space. He would always get really clammy whenever our cell-neighbor Rodrigo had one of his fits, but I found his Latin fire charming.

On a less bright note, Jonathan and I are currently on the run from Dark Willow. Luckily, The Slayer's Scooby Doo-esque gang has put us in their protection. I was able to momentarily borrow Willow's old laptop while the "Doobers" did research on helping Willow.

Warren: if you're reading this blog, and I assume you are, please rescue us! or at least me! I know you can't be dead, and I know you're smart enough to trick even Dark Willow. We're at the Magic Box. Also, while in jail, I wrote you this short poem to keep your spirits high and my devotion true:

I am the Chewbacca to your Han

I am So Low without you

You're like Kirk to Willow's Khan

Everyone is trying to doubt you

I know you're a Big Bad

But I see the good inside

Even when you're mad

Even when they say you died.

Like Michael Corleone

From The Godfather Part Two

I'll never leave you alone

I'll stay devoted to you.

ANDREW WILL NO LONGER BE WASTING VALUABLE RESOURCES AND MONEY ON HIS STUPID LITTLE BLOG. HE WILL ALSO PROBABLY BE DEAD SOON, SO PLEASE GET LIVES NERDS.

-ANYA