Play it again Sam

This is probably my third attempt at a blog. I know, I know, a blog's for life, not just for Christmas. It's just that I make 'em and then after a post or two, well I have a wave of stuff to do and no time to write about it. That or I forget the password...okay so maybe I'm just careless. But I really do need somewhere to write things down, and as I'm not fond of paper diaries (my dad was a cop, and I've been paranoid ever since...), I'm going to give this blog writing another go.

So let's start with the easy stuff. Today I got up bright and early and went to Uni, I'm studying psychology. Or I will be, after a year of human sciences. This morning's lesson was Mexican Economic Structure, one of my favourites. My teacher always has some interesting accusation for me, "You're a communist.", being my favourite so far.

My crime for today was having a funny accent. He looked at me and told me I had a strange accent, surely I was from Mexico City. I noddedd, not entirely sure if that was something I should admit to. He warned me about the less than loving attitude some of the northerners here (Im in Baja California by the way) have towards us chilangos . There's a saying here " Kill a chilango and you'll make your country." Can we feel the love? And after telling me a couple of horror stories he expected me to talk about Marx...

That's it so far, apprt from pondering my escape plan from this capitalist, mind numming society. If I can just get away from the computer for long enough...