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[aintbroke]

I have an excellent sense of direction. (No, don't laugh, I'm serious.) I can pick up a map, and locate where I am, where I want to go, fold up the map and go there. I can do this on a regular basis. I can do this without thinking about it. (I can even fold the map back up properly!)

Not in Cordoba, boy. Not by a long shot. I spent fully half an hour wandering around the square kilometer where I am staying with out once laying eyes on my alburgue (Note: this is not, as I have been trying to say ah-luh-bUrg-eh, it's al-bERg-eh. This is important.). I found my way back only through sheer pig-headedness, becuase of my (stupid) refusal to ask for directions.

Regardless, I have hit during the international guitar festival, which means free music everywhere. All night long if I can manage to stay up- which seeing as I have a shiny new alarm clock... oughtn't be a problem.

This is me. Sad but true, as illustrated by the following anecdote: I cut off all my hair with a pocket knife, because I was sick of waiting to find a pair of scissors. Without a mirror and in the dark, I managed to give myself a decent haircut, that (get this) someone complimented me on today.

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[the-valen-h0.livejournal.com]

i want to see! :DD

we're definalty 'sole mates'

[geckotoes.livejournal.com]

dude! i've also taken to cutting my own hair.though i do it in my room with crayola scissors-but i think it's about the same level of sophisitication.AND i also got compliments.weird eh-it makes me wonder why i've been going to hair stylists all along.my sense of direction rivals most moles.but i am hopeless at map folding. betwix we two we'd be great traveling partners.we'll have to 'do italy' next summer together.whadda ya say?

[kobelladonna.livejournal.com]

You are getting worse. Last time it was morning, with scissors. Now a pocket knife, in the dark? *sigh* Come back, and we shall even it out *cackles manically to self* Ahem.