Fun with the Spanish Language

Two of my favorite Spanish words:

caballero-the general term for gentleman, but literally it's horseman. hilarious.
gelipolla-generally used for asshole or other insult, but has a literal meaning geli-meaning jelly and polla meaning dick, so next time you see someone you hate, do like i do and call him a jellydick.

In other news, I actually have homework this week which sucks. I have to give a presentation on my film distribution company and my job there which is basically playing spider solitaire all day, and I have to dress up and prepare handouts. This is what it's like to go to business school. It's not for another two days and I already feel like a massive tool.

My birthday is coming and with it a deluge of excess. Which reminds me of my ALL-TIME FAVORITE HISTORICAL QUOTE. "Apres moi, le deluge." from Louis XV. I just love that horrible carelessness about the future. I suppose it could just as easily be said by the president or some other big oil Texan. The best part about Louis XV, however, is that he was basically saying, "Fuck my son, I'm gonna party." For my birthday, I think I'm going to translate it into "Apres mon celebration, le deluge." That's probably horribly broken, but I don't speak French, so I'll just say, "After my birthday, the deluge."

In the last week, not much has happened, I went out a few times, had a grand old time, walked some, etc.

More about Turkey--Our last day in the hostal, B. Huey and I decided to take showers before we left at noon, but the cleaning lady decided to come before checkout. She didn't understand English, so it basically escalated into all of us shouting at each other in foreign tongues and pointing to our watches menacingly. Finally, we said screw this, we're just going to take our showers. So I get in and am adjusting the water and lathering when the puta turns on some faucet with the express purpose of halting the hot water. I whip the towel off its rack, causing my watch to fall and bust its crystal, and I turn off the faucet. She yells at me and I yell at her and I go back into the shower and finish. I get out of the shower and she yells a little more so I yell a little more and point at my watch as she points at hers. Of course now my watch is broken, so I almost start shouting at her for being mostly responsible for my careless towel handling skills which resulted in the knocking off of my watch, but alas, I didn't because I was too busy just yelling at her. B. Huey goes to the front desk to complain about this horrible annoyance and everything gets straightened out. I hope and believe the dear old bard Hoosier Lush is currently composing a poem entitled "Turkish Slut" to add to her work in progress, "Collected Slut Poems."