i walked out of my spanish class at about 5:30 after watching amores perros (fucked up movie). it was already dark. my eyes caught soldiers across the way through the graff main hall windows. they were in port o'call. it felt like we'd really fucked up and here it still was, like a movie. fucked up. then, i met up with one of my best friends, altaf, and we went for thanksgiving dinner with a bunch of internationals and an old lady key note with the biggest bling i've ever scene. i think that call that an ethnic piece lol too bad she was wearing a blatantly plastic leather coat lol. the ward room was pleasant that night.