Yo Concedo

I give up! I am done with studying for the day, and considering that I have to be awake in eight hours to take the exams, that's a good thing. It means that I'll have close to eight hours to sleep, and I always function better with that amount of sleep. Don't get me wrong - I can function on any amount of sleep, and on no sleep - I've done that several times (last year's finals come to mind), but I work best on about eight hours. Enough of sleep. I've been studying all day - I actually started studying on Friday, which is unbelievable for me, if you know me. The sad thing is that when I finish the two exams tomorrow, I'm not going to get a break - I have to turn around and start studying for my organic chemistry exam on Wednesday. Bah Humbug. And then when I finish that one, I have to start studying immediately for microbiology. But the good news is that on Friday, at noon, my Dad will be here to take me home for my Christmas vacation. Wonderful. Now back to listening to clips of Evita - I love Evita (I love Antonio Banderas, and the music of Evita). Tell me before you get onto your high horse, just what you expect me to do?...Better to win by admitting my sin than to lose with a halo...allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines and mark your adieu with three cheers...go if you're able to somewhere unstable and stay there! Whip up your hate in that tottering state but not here dear, is that clear dear?...What is the good of the strongest heart in a body that's falling apart?...What's new, Buenos Aires?...A new Argentina, the voice of the people cannot be denied...He supports you, undertands you, for he loves you, is one of you, if not, how could he love me?...Don't cry for me Argentina, the truth is I never left you, all through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise, don't keep your distance...So what happens now? Where am I going to? You'll get by you always have before. Where am I going to? Don't ask, anymore...Santa, Santa Evita, Madre de todos los niños, de los descamisados, de los tiranizados, de los trabajadores, de la Argentina...But who is this Santa Evita? Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow? What kind of Goddess has lived among us? How will we ever get by without her? She had her moments, she had some style. The best show in town was the crowd outside the Casa Rosada crying Eva Perón! But that's all gone now...