Elenatipus

Despues de una niñes de extrema exposicion a la television, tuve mucha suerte el la vida en que mis padres separaran y vivan en lados opuestos del mundo. El resultado de siempre ir y venir entre Australia y Uruguay no fue que forme un padre favorito ni un hogar favorito, mas bien que me dio la oportunidad y el derecho de insultar y amar cosas sobre los dos. En una de las instancias mientras que estaba odiando al Uruguay, empecé a hacer música media melancolía y repetitiva como forma de sentir mucha lastima por mi misma. Cuatro anos después, mi obsesión con tocar un objeto de madera sigue aumentando. Ojala por los que me tienen que escuchar, en particular mis perros muy cultos y bonitos, mi música va siendo menos repetitivo y más feliz. Ahora estoy en Australia de vuelta, estudiando antropología y geografía como forma de sentirme menos insegura sobre mi estado como adulta nueva. Y saben que? aguante Uruguay! tanto que ya me puse en una deudita para volver este
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After a childhood of suffering from extreme over-exposure to television, my mind was about as stale as biscuits in a torrential downpour. Unlike biscuits, the cure to my condition wasn’t a overpoweringly tasty spread, but something much more mystical; a maniac’s obsession with repetetive songs on the guitar. So now i have opened my guts to the world, my life story is out. First i watched television. Now i play guitar and sing. Luckily for those that have been within earshot, in particular my very cultivated and tasteful dogs, the songs that my bony little fingers itch to play are no longer guite so inane and repetitive. Now they are just self-absorbed and obscure. Apart from recieving perverse pleasure from molesting a wooden object, there are roughly one million and two other things that make my life fruitful, some of which occasionally make the fruits go rank. Just this past year i discovered that travel would have to be the best thing since sliced bread when i ventured somewhat idiotically into europe and then to uruguay. At the risk of destroying Uruguay’s relative lack of plaguing tourists, i suggest that EVERYONE goes there. Of course, i am biased for various reasons but still, EVERYONE should go there. My other loves include; food (how rare for an animal), places of natural beauty, inadvertantly complaining about things, writing bullshit in the hope of gaining the admiration of bullshit-appreciators and lying under a fan during the rain knowing i have nothing to worry about and knowing i have ceased to be at risk of becoming a stale biscuit.
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