Sometime between June 15 and 16

**Spoiler alert**
Not too long ago, I caught myself indulging in a woosy way of getting scared by reading the story line to several thriller movies. Ironically, I started reading the plot to the Tarantino film, "Hostel." Now, mom and dad, if you´re reading this I suggest you avoid the movie like the plague so that your already disrupted peace of mind doesn´t completely lose itself.
Near the beginning of the film (and the problems of the protagonists, if you want to call them that), the main characters enter their own hostel room to find two smoking hot young women taking off their shirts in some seductive manner that is only completely pleasing to these male backpackers. Afterwards, bodies are chopped up, conspiracies are discovered, and lessons of life are brought into perspective.e As I was recounting my encounter with this new form of literature with Nick, my older brother, and the possible consequences of finding that opening sequence my first night abroad, he advised, "Definitely. If something is too good to be true, it probably is and you need to get out of there."
Well, my night didn´t quite open like that, but if moviespoiler.com has taught me anythihng it is that there is always a way to counteract any foreign problems you might encounter. So as I got into the hostel pick up service (which consisted of an ancient green nissan) with two attractive British girls, my mind began to race to find a solution to my potentially horrifying situation. How could I counteract the situation I was in? Well instead of smooth talking my way out, or jumping out of the moving car in the middle of Avenida Insurgentes, or even subtely accentuating my pecs to thwart any uprising agains this Harry Potter look-a-like, I resorted back to my days of when I actually tried to attract girls. Political, economic, and cultural knowledge were all used to impress (or rather bore)these girls into denying any of sort of prospective victim-hood that they might have seen. Never too successful in the past while trying to date, I gigured this time these methods might save me. As a n expert on reverse psychology I was able to preven the undesirable situation of being chained up to a wall while immensely rich entrepreneurs took a shot at quenching their insatiable appetite for the horrific at my expense.
As is mentioned before, it is sometime in between two days and though the loud horns of the taxis, the snoring roommate, my horrible headache, and the excitement of seeing people from my old area are all culminating to contribute to my recent bout with insomnia, this random epiphany was the catalyst to me actually getting up and writing tonight. But, if the symptoms persist, and Tarantino seems to find himself a narrator in my life consistently a bit more, then I´ll just have to resort to my last option: just wait a minute while a look for my pass-along cards...