Young Love

It's interesting to realize how shocking it is to be so young yet feel so old. This happened to me today while I was on a double-date with my immaculate little brother. We went to the dollar theater to watch the oh so predictable thriller, the Roommate. Because the theater was nearly empty due to the fact that it was Monday, and I wanted nothing more than to have a whole row to be alone with my girlfriend, Deborah, the kids sat a couple seats ahead of us. After countless minutes of watching an obsessed mental lesbian throwing cats into a drying machine, i observed that my brothers head was tilted. An immediate lighting bold of shock struck me. It could only mean one thing.

Yes...

they were cuddling.

The turds! I mean, i know my brother has had "girlfriends" in the past. But what does that even mean? Those were elementary school sweetheart, and well, this is a high school sweetheart. There's a difference. I just know there is... Besides, he's never really been the ladies' man. Of course he's had an admirer here and there, but it's always been my job to have the messed up relationships. Now he's old enough to date(at least by my standards). And that's probably what left me blown away. The small stubborn child that used to torture panicking fire ants by unmercifully dipping them in water and freezing them overnight right next to the blue otter pops was no longer there. Instead, I saw a growing young man. He's going through high school and life. I'm witnessing him dealing with the same situations i did when i was his age whether it's school work, friends, sports teams, or dating. It's like watching a movie all over again. The only difference is that it's his movie this time.

Now all i gotta do is get myself some buttered popcorn, sit back, and enjoy as i watch this slap stick comedy of an awkwardly nice jock that meets an awkwardly nice girl...

My Heart Weeps

It's so sad to belong to a country that doesn't want you. To base your dreams and your hopes on a land that rejects you. To aspire great things for a nation that is blind to your patriotism. Here i live in the United States of America: the land of the free and the home of the brave. Yet, i have been robbed. My identity as a human being has been stolen and I am not allowed to be the American i grew up to be.
My roots grew from the fertile Pampas near the coast the River Plate, but my branches have stretched high to where the Eagle soars and the Spangled Banner drapes over the sky.

I don't have a piece of paper to prove anything or a document to claim my rights. I only have my soul, to say:

I am an American. And I love my country.

Out of patience

Spring Break where are you?

Dream House

Ok, so i've recently gotten the craving for searching appartments in Buenos Aires. I have no idea why, i'm just have this whim about stuff like that. So, along my travels through the amazing internet, I found these totally awesome apartments. They are called "Departamento tipo casa" or "House-like appartments". Their abbreviation is PH for penthouse, even though they're not necessarily the same penthouses we have here in the US. Pretty much they are an antique version of a condo. The majority were built around the beginning of the 20th century, during the jazz age, or as Argentina knows it, the tango age. What makes these little buggers so cool is their unique European architecture. French doors and windows, balconies, checkered tiles, and even interior patios.

This one is in the Boedo neighborhood. Look! It has a super cool entrance hall :D

This one shows the style of the French windows. Aaah so artistique

Here you have to cross the patio to get from your room to the kitchen



Oh my goodness! I could play chess in the computer room!


Check this out. The hall that goes into the bedrooms has no ceiling



And here's the best part... The roof! Yes, each PH comes with its own flat roof.
What's better than owning a roof?!

These babies used to come at an affordable price during the 60-70's, but after the fall of Argentina's military dictatorship, the government encouraged foreign investment. This caused Buenos Aires to become more economically competitive, thus raising the price of all homes in the city (or so my mom says). Right now, a typical 3 room PH in the colonial neighborhood of San Telmos could cost the same as a 5 bedroom house by the Timpview foothills in Provo.
:O shocking, isn't it? But enough about my weird likes. Tell me about YOU! What is your dream home like? or what are your architectural preferences?

Giving it another go

I swear this is like my 8th blog. I've been trying this since i was 12, but i miserably fail to keep posting and eventually forget how to log in to my previous blogs. Blogs are like journal writing, if not worse. When you buy a new journal you make a goal to yourself that you're going to write every day, but then you're brain unconsciously realizes that you've just committed yourself to more responsibility. Thus destroying all the fun and excitement....

But hey! i'm gonna try to be more positive about this one. At first i was going to make it one of those deep intricate blogs about how depressing life as a 16 year old boy living in Utah is. But then i got bored with the idea...so i moved on

and here i am :P