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Thursday, June 29, 2006 ( 9:54 AM ) shut up christine I know its impossible there´s no way it could work out but I feel like I´m leaving behind something really big. also I think I may run out of money! eekers cross your fingers # Monday, June 26, 2006 ( 6:34 PM ) shut up christine update: Granada lost! que pena :( when I got to the stadium it was so packed that they shut the doors some hombres helped me climb up a wall so I could get in and I stood in the back of the stadium where there was lots of pushing so I pretended to be this old guy's girlfriend in exchange for his protection (kinda like how they do in prison) and when our team scored I swear everyone who was holding a beer threw it into the air so we were all drenched and even though we lost it was the best time I've ever had at a baseball game :) in other news... life is bittersweet, I'm leaving Granada in two days, there's no way to explain how much the people I've met here have impacted me but I'll save that for another day # Sunday, June 25, 2006 ( 10:05 AM ) shut up christine Creole: Weh pah you gwon, buay? translation: Where are you going, boy? its the baseball finals in Nicaragua right now...my town Granada is one of the two teams playing so I have been lucky enough to attend a couple games the atmosphere in the stadium is crrrrazy fans from the opposing teams have dance contests against each other and there are fireworks and I got hit in the shoulder with a rock but it didn't hurt Granada sera Campeon and ever since Guatemala I've been seeing tons of guys with really lonnng pinky nails or thumbnails... I thought it might be to sniff crack but then I saw police officers with them too...turns out its a fashion trend here que interesante, no? I hope someone is feeding my froglets back at home peace out p.s. Komaki Hayle where are you now # Tuesday, June 20, 2006 ( 6:05 PM ) shut up christine my homestay is also a cheese store so I usually eat cheese for two meals a day: cheese taquitos, vegetables with melted cheese, quesadillas, cheese sandwiches, pizza, nacatamales with cheese inside, cheese torta with salsa on top, and my personal favorite-- big honking slabs of fried cheese. I love cheese this house is perfect for me and climbing volcanoes is hella good cardio. after spanish class I volunteer at a school for niños especiales. I help make piñatas (today I started a Dora the Explorer piñata) which we sell to raise money for the school. It's fun but at the end of the day I'm pretty tired. and we've gone over this before I'm not trying to pretend that I never make mistakes I make mistakes everyday. Tons. bad things can happen and I am not infallible I would tell you it's not as dangerous or scary as you think it is (it really isn't) but that would probably piss you off so when I say trust me, what I mean is... this is something I need to do for myself, regardless of the outcome (so far so good) I don't want to regret not doing things like this and despite all the bad things that could happen-- trust me, it's so worth the risk. no te preocupes :) p.s. good luck in New York, Pri! this girl is amazing # Thursday, June 15, 2006 ( 4:02 PM ) shut up christine when I go home I'm bringing back tons of good music (mostly reggae) I'll play it for whoever will listen, its going to rock your face off right now I'm in Granada, Nicaragua my host family is really cute and nice the house is huge tho, its bigger than my house at home - there's an indoor courtyard garden and I guess butacos (rocking chairs) are popular here because I counted 19 of them in the living room alone. I'm taking 4 hours of spanish class a day, and every night they give me a big stack of homework the program is pretty intense but its good for me I'm studying a lot because if I don't, I wouldn't be able to talk with anyone, and that would be lonely so I'm trying to speak only in spanish now, I've been able to have some really deep conversations with people and that only makes me want to study harder because I think about all the good things I would miss out on if I couldn't understand what they were saying. and that was a bad sentence, I think my english is getting worse anyway I just met a guy in the park, we talked about some pretty deep stuff for a long time and then we went somewhere..... guess where..... yes he took me to church. I haven't gone to church in over two years (that's another story) but we went today, and it was good. in other news, I've been called china girl and japonesa this entire trip, but it seems like its been happening 10x as much here...I can hear people calling cheeeeeena or chinitaaaaa every ten seconds when I walk down the street its not bad, its not good, its just different I don't exactly know how I feel about it, but whatever it is that I'm feeling right now, this is the first time in my life I've felt this way gahh my english is horrible I'm late for dinner, will update soon. hasta luego p.s. CONGRATULATIONS TO THE CLASS OF 2006! especially all my loves at UCI # Sunday, June 11, 2006 ( 6:53 PM ) shut up christine aw man I caught a glimpse of television for the first time in 5 weeks and I saw a commercial for the next season of Making the Band. please someone please tape this show for me Loralei is flying back home on Tuesday I know I'll be okay on my own but no one can replace her, she has been my rock I'm going to miss her so much :( # Friday, June 09, 2006 ( 11:00 AM ) shut up christine yesterday we arrived on a small island off the coast of Belize, it was super fun at first I know some biatches are just trying to get me drunk so I can spread my legs but oh hell the fuck no this is exactly why I refuse to get drunk the cookies are staying in the mother-effing jar and if any foolio tries to come anywhere near my vajayjay I am going to kick some dick in # Tuesday, June 06, 2006 ( 1:25 PM ) shut up christine it's hurricane season now so there aren't many tourists in the town we're in I've noticed that sometimes when people are speaking Creole, certain words and syllables are spoken louder than others, like WHAT are you doIN? and I realize if I had tried to say that out loud it would be a really bad impersonation so nevermind. The past few days have been quiet, Lo and I pick a spot on the beach under a palm tree and we read a new book every two days, it's hard finding used bookstores in these small towns though, so when we run out of books I'm scared I won't have anything to do but think like I think about how the night before I left you said you were going back to the place where we fell apart, I don't remember the date but I think you said June and I wonder if you'll be sitting in the terminal by yourself this time and if you remember how a year ago I drove to the airport and got lost and I thought your plane had already left me and I was stuck in traffic but luckily your flight was delayed and you met me on the curb and I wonder if you remember how a year ago I helped you pack your suitcases and when we sat in front of that big window I gave you a paper bag full of your favorite snacks to eat on your long flight I wonder if you'll remember that and if you'll think you were lucky to have me? But I kind of know it probably won't cross your mind and really, how selfish of me to think that, who am I to say that you were lucky to have me and who am I to put words into your mouth and if you had ever meant to say it, you probably would have said it back to me by now I think I don't even know why I'm writing this, there's a minuscule possibility that you might still read this and why am I even giving you the satisfaction of knowing that I still think about things like this, after all this time? but the truth is it's not like that, I'm beyond that I completely accept that whatever I just wrote is a reaction that I'll never get, its just in my head, nothing more and I don't have to try so hard to make myself clear or to be understood or to censor what I think because it's perfect the way I wrote it anyhooooo life is good! out like a trout, peace out scouts # Thursday, June 01, 2006 ( 10:22 AM ) shut up christine Kanye was country like barefoot, dirt-road, no indoor plumbing kind of country standing on the front porch of his little wooden house on stilts in the middle of nowhere, we're brushing our teeth with water that he drew up from a well and spitting our toothpaste water into complete darkness to the grass below his house and I think it had been almost a year since I let anyone hold my hand on Saturday we move on to our next place please trust me # |
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