LAME. i lost 15 euro. i think its these slovenian boys; every time im around them weird, inconvenient things happen to me. they laugh and say, "youre always such a mess! losing things, having things stolen, etc"...except thats not necessarily true. generally im very good about keeping up with my stuff, but...well whatever. will ying-yang it and not buy coffees, cigarettes, any food other than bread and fruit, will wash hair at FLs to avoid shampoo expense and will hang clothes up to dry throughout my room instead of taking them to the big, wonderful, super hot dryer at the laundromat. the weird thing is that i made it home with everything else that was in my pockets (drivers license, compact, slip of paper with the hot iranians phone number)but the money is nowhere to be found. maybe i bought something and forgot? maybe i gave it to a poor, hungry orphan child. yes, that must be it. i remember now. i was doing good deeds last night.
whatever. will not think about it. am in good hands here in ljubljana. my darling friend Zlatko (goldian) is taking good care of me. he studies film and design at the university, and has recently landed a job wherein he gets to work as a journalist interviewing musicians, minor slovenian celebrities, and the like. showed me this video of himself last week when he got to go to the playboy party here in Ljb. said he didnt know any faces, and all the girls at the party were so generally unimpressive looking that he really couldnt decifer between the bunnies and the normal citizens. had to go around and ask, "excuse me, are you someone important?", and by the end of the night (i.e. lots of drinks later) the question turned to, "are you one of the people who takes their clothes off for this magazine? no? why not?" hilarious.
we went to some famous park last night, where there is a ring of different clubs, each offering different types of dance beats. my favorite was the balkan music. i made some friends, laughed alot. most everyone speaks english, as with a population of only 2 million, the citizens of this country have need to speak languages other than their own. slovenian is mildly charming, in its way, though makes my head hurt a bit after a while. and all the words look like badly written text messages, missing all the vowels. there is now a video of me, taken by zlatko, where i am trying to read a sign in slovenian. i absolutely butcher it. the best part is that alot of the people speak italian, too, so i could walk around hopping back and forth between languages. its fun!
well, no matter how terrible those days in barcelona may have been, the good that came from it are these wonderful new friends of mine. such cute boys. its a rainy day in Ljb, and zlatko and i are gonna go about the city making movies, short films, and taking photos with his various cameras and lenses. feeling very artsy fartsy.

how is everyone at home? i miss yall.
my eye is better. i kind of liked it all blue.