Friday, January 30, 2004
I forget when I last wrote. I think it was after Christmas. At any rate, I´m working again. I´ve actually gotten a few more classes, which is good. One I started this week I got on my own just from signs I put up. It´s with two 20-something business gals who want conversation and grammar, standard fare. I think I can jive with them.
I´ve also started working a little bit at another academy near my house called Linguacenter. I´ve gotten one class so far. Starts next week. This is cool because I am in serious need of dinero, and it is good to start in with another academy which 1) pays better than Canterbury, 2) is WAY more organized, 3) has better hours, and in general doesn´t have their head as far up their ass. But it is uncool because the class is (gasp) at 8 o´clock in the AM so now I have this weird period of time between teaching and Spanish class..not to mention the fact that my Tuesdays and Thursdays now streach from 8 am to 9 or 10 pm depending. Quite a long haul. But all in all, I think the benefits outweigh the bad and I´d like to get some more classes with this new school. If I come back to do this next year, which I still plan on, I´ll go with them first, DEFinitely.
Besides that though, not too much to report. No ass from Gonzalo yet, though I´m working on it. Well, not really. Well, sort of. Anyway, it´s hard to explain. Sexual tension is very high. Well, at least from my perspective. He could be totally oblivious for all I know. On Tuesday, I showed him my bra strap to explain what a ¨strapless gown¨ was. I thought that was a pretty good move on my part, don´t you think? And on Thursday, I had to explain to him what ¨pussy-monger¨ meant. Can we say awkward? Actually, I refused to explain it. I said, ¨Uh..I don´t want to explain this word to you. Let´s just say..they really like the ladies.¨ And we left it at that.
My friend Nicole lives in my building now, I think I said that before. Her stupid boyfriend is still stupid, but less frequently now that he has found a job (check that -- now that Nicole has found FOR him) that he really likes, cooking in a tapas bar. He wants to be like a master chef so this is perfect for him. He´s learning a lot of recipes and cooking techniques, etc. So anyway I´ve been hanging out with them a lot. They have this cool roommate too named Minuan. Minuan is from Alabama. Minuan is black. Minuan has a drawl. It would be hard for me to think of another person who could be more different than myself. But he´s great, I like him. He´s a funny, funny kid. He´s kind of a contradiction..he talks all big and tough, about going out all the time, having lots of lady friends, but he actually works really hard at school and has a lot of girls that really are just friends. Okay the funniest thing I ever saw in my life: last night I was smoking The Pot with Minuan and two of his friends from school, and I noticed that on his dresser he has a framed picture of himself wearing a gold necklace (bling bling!), grinning, and doing his thug stance. I can just imagine him saying ¨whuh-SUP¨ in this picture to some fine foxy lady. But then, stuck in the corner of the photograph, is a picture of his MOM. To make it better, his mom is a schoolteacher, so it´s like, a fifth grade yearbook type photograph. To make it even better, he has MORE THAN ONE COPY behind each other. His mom is just this rolly polly little black lady, Aunt Gimima-esque. Oh, it was classic. CLASSIC.
And what would be an email from me without another update on the drama that is my apartment. The neighbor is continuing to sing the same godawful song he has been singing since I moved in. I have discovered, however, that if need be, a strategically placed punch (or three) to the wall can shut him up rather quickly. Stink Boy is back and in full force. God he sucks. Martin my Mexican roommate is back, but now with his Spanish girlfriend as well. They are cool, but keep to themselves a lot. I attempt to speak Spanish with them on almost a daily basis. I actually only speak Spanish with my roommates now. Wow, you must be speaking a lot of Spanish, you think. But no, the thing is I don´t actually talk to my roommates very much. Simon is leaving in like two weeks. I don´t think I¨ll be that sorry to see him go. Simon, all in all, is okay...but..eh. I hope the person that moves into his room I like more. Actually, I think my new roommate might be a Portugeuse gayboi. Espero que si...
I´ve also started working a little bit at another academy near my house called Linguacenter. I´ve gotten one class so far. Starts next week. This is cool because I am in serious need of dinero, and it is good to start in with another academy which 1) pays better than Canterbury, 2) is WAY more organized, 3) has better hours, and in general doesn´t have their head as far up their ass. But it is uncool because the class is (gasp) at 8 o´clock in the AM so now I have this weird period of time between teaching and Spanish class..not to mention the fact that my Tuesdays and Thursdays now streach from 8 am to 9 or 10 pm depending. Quite a long haul. But all in all, I think the benefits outweigh the bad and I´d like to get some more classes with this new school. If I come back to do this next year, which I still plan on, I´ll go with them first, DEFinitely.
Besides that though, not too much to report. No ass from Gonzalo yet, though I´m working on it. Well, not really. Well, sort of. Anyway, it´s hard to explain. Sexual tension is very high. Well, at least from my perspective. He could be totally oblivious for all I know. On Tuesday, I showed him my bra strap to explain what a ¨strapless gown¨ was. I thought that was a pretty good move on my part, don´t you think? And on Thursday, I had to explain to him what ¨pussy-monger¨ meant. Can we say awkward? Actually, I refused to explain it. I said, ¨Uh..I don´t want to explain this word to you. Let´s just say..they really like the ladies.¨ And we left it at that.
My friend Nicole lives in my building now, I think I said that before. Her stupid boyfriend is still stupid, but less frequently now that he has found a job (check that -- now that Nicole has found FOR him) that he really likes, cooking in a tapas bar. He wants to be like a master chef so this is perfect for him. He´s learning a lot of recipes and cooking techniques, etc. So anyway I´ve been hanging out with them a lot. They have this cool roommate too named Minuan. Minuan is from Alabama. Minuan is black. Minuan has a drawl. It would be hard for me to think of another person who could be more different than myself. But he´s great, I like him. He´s a funny, funny kid. He´s kind of a contradiction..he talks all big and tough, about going out all the time, having lots of lady friends, but he actually works really hard at school and has a lot of girls that really are just friends. Okay the funniest thing I ever saw in my life: last night I was smoking The Pot with Minuan and two of his friends from school, and I noticed that on his dresser he has a framed picture of himself wearing a gold necklace (bling bling!), grinning, and doing his thug stance. I can just imagine him saying ¨whuh-SUP¨ in this picture to some fine foxy lady. But then, stuck in the corner of the photograph, is a picture of his MOM. To make it better, his mom is a schoolteacher, so it´s like, a fifth grade yearbook type photograph. To make it even better, he has MORE THAN ONE COPY behind each other. His mom is just this rolly polly little black lady, Aunt Gimima-esque. Oh, it was classic. CLASSIC.
And what would be an email from me without another update on the drama that is my apartment. The neighbor is continuing to sing the same godawful song he has been singing since I moved in. I have discovered, however, that if need be, a strategically placed punch (or three) to the wall can shut him up rather quickly. Stink Boy is back and in full force. God he sucks. Martin my Mexican roommate is back, but now with his Spanish girlfriend as well. They are cool, but keep to themselves a lot. I attempt to speak Spanish with them on almost a daily basis. I actually only speak Spanish with my roommates now. Wow, you must be speaking a lot of Spanish, you think. But no, the thing is I don´t actually talk to my roommates very much. Simon is leaving in like two weeks. I don´t think I¨ll be that sorry to see him go. Simon, all in all, is okay...but..eh. I hope the person that moves into his room I like more. Actually, I think my new roommate might be a Portugeuse gayboi. Espero que si...
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Still having problems making friends. An aquaintance might say, ¨hey, we should hang out sometime,¨ but I don´t know if they really mean it, for if they are just being polite or making conversation. A few of my students have done this, said, hey, let´s get together some weekend, but I just feel so AWKWARD, like I need to have something really cool that I´m doing to invite them to, that I can´t just call them up to go out for a drink or some boring thing I´m doing, it has to be an event. Which is, in a way, true I think. It´s a lot easier to invite someone to a party you´re having rather than to come over and play Scrabble or something. And I too am often too lazy and shy to go out, so I often end up staying home. Besides the fact that I only have like two or three people that I go out with on a regular basis, and therefore if they are busy I don´t have anyone to go with, and GOD FORBID I go out by myself.
I´ve actually had a lot of stuff on my mind lately. Yesterday the landlady in my building was chatting with me and she said that she´s heard there was some ¨friction¨ in my apartment, (whatever that means, and whoever said it is a mystery) and that if I wanted to there´s a room opening up on the fifth floor, which is a slight bit cheaper than my current room (and probably a lot smaller), and the apartment has a bigger kitchen and salon, and I could move if I wanted to. She was just telling me for my information, being nice, she has no problem with me at all as a tenant. But anyway, now I´m thinking about this. I really don´t like my roommates much. Well, Martin the Mexican guy and his girlfriend are nice, but I just don´t actually talk to them or hang with them much. But it is good for me to practice my Spanish with them when I can. And then Andi the stinky German I am slowly but surely coming to dispise for his wormy spinelessness and body odor, and Simon, well, I´ve told you about Simon. Friction. Definitely friction there. And then there´s the random American dood I don´t really like who will be replaced with someone else random no doubt next month who may, or may not, be cool. In this other new apartment, I met the people there a few months ago and went out with them once or twice, and I liked them alright, and they definitely go out a lot, which would give me easy opportunities to do so as well, which I was just saying I should do more of. But anyway, I hung out with them a few times when I first came here, but then I sort of stopped going up to their apartment because, I don´t know, I felt a little weird..I just wasn´t sure if they really wanted me there..I felt on the outside. So..I mean, if I felt like that then, would I Feel like that again if I lived with them? Or would I feel better because since I¨d be living with them we´d be on equal footing. Besides, maybe it was all in my head and they really did want me to hang out with them all along. But now it´s like, it´s kind of been too long, you know what I mean? Potential for weirdness. Anyway though, tonight when I´m done teaching I´m going to go up and talk to the people that live there, tell them what´s going on, if they´d mind if I moved in. Still not sure if I¨m going to though..I had a really nice conversation (en español, por supuesto) with Teresa today, and that was nice..I don´t think I could practice Spanish with these other people.. Anyway, it´s something on my mind I´m trying to figure out.
Also, I have a moral dilemma. Okay. I´m going to start teaching one of Gonzalo´s friends next month (Gonzalo is the student I´m in love with). And now yesterday he told me that his sister would also like classes. It would be awesome to teach her because she´d pay me more and she´d come to MY house (horrah) and I´d probably like her and enjoy the class (not to mention, I could potentially get some dirt on Gonzalo). BUT... in order for me to teach her, it would mean I would have to ditch one of my other classes. The class I would ditch would be I think the one with Eduardo, my eleven year old who is super smart but also super, SUPER boring. I dread the moment of confrontation with James in the office telling him I´m not going to teach this class anymore, but I think it has to be done. I have to think of myself first here. The damn school doesn´t do jack for me, why should I bend over backwards for them? I shouldn´t... they can give the class to another teacher easily enough and everything will continue on just fine, no harm done, and I would have a more fun class for more money. I am trying to justify it to myself, if you can´t tell. :-) I really don´t think it´s a bad thing to do though, do you?
Speaking of Gonzalo. God damn it. I am such a broken record. Why, WHY when I get a crush do I let it consume my entire life and every waking moment of my day? Why can´t I just crush on the side? Why does it have to be the focal point of my universe, no matter how pathetic it may be? This one is especially confusing though because of the whole student/teacher thing. I just haven´t the foggiest what he thinks of me. He does flirtatious things, most definitely. For example, he invited me to go out with them on New Year´s, but, like I was saying before, I wasn´t really sure if he actually wanted me to go or if he was just being polite. Besides, I didn´t have any dinero, so I didn´t end up going. But then in class, he told me he was expecting me to go and sounded all dissapointed that I hadn´t. Also, we had been talking in class about movies and I chastised him for always watching English movies dubbed in Spanish as the Spaniards are apt to do. They do love their dubbing here. And we talked about the movie Mallrats and how it´s really funny. Then, last week, he says, ¨Chloe, I have Mallrats on the DVD. Perhaps we should watch it some time, like some weekend..¨ Was he asking me out? I don´t know. Anyway, I suggested we watch it last weekend but then he couldn´t because he had to do some family shit. I will suggest this weekend in class tomorrow I think.
Anyway, it´s confusing. I was contemplating the idea yesterday of getting the pain over with and just telling him I like him, BUT, I really have a lot riding on this. If I somehow freaked him out, I would lose his class, and possibly his friend´s class, and now, possibly his sister´s. That´s a pretty big fucking deal. I think..well, I´ll suggest the movie this weekend. And if I DO decide I can´t take this pussy footing around anymore and decide to remove the bandaid in one fowl swoop, I´ll wait until after I start classes with the others.
And, on top of these stressful issues, I´m still broke as a goddamn joke and need to find more classes. It´s really too bad I´d have to give a class up to teach Gonzalo´s sister. I´m going to start looking around at some more institutes I think, but it´s just such a PAIN in the ASS. I hate pounding the pavement.
And one more stressful thing. Really stressful, actually. My mom is sick. She´s had what she thought was the flu for like eight weeks now. She just thought it was the flu so she wasn´t going to the doctor, but dude, that´s two months. So she finally went. And the doctor did a blood test and didn´t find anything, so I guess it´s not cancer or diabetes or anything like that, but they don´t know WHAT it is now. So she´s going to a pulminary guy today...I have no idea what they´re even looking for or what could be wrong, whether it could be serious or not..I don´t know. And neither does she. But the prospect of losing my mom, no matter how remote... I just don´t know what I would do. Even though I´m not with her and I don´t depend on her for anything anymore, she´s like, I mean, she´s my rock, you know? She´s always there, in the same place, if I need her. If sometime I ever fucked up so bad I didn´t have a place to live or I was broke or whatever, there´s still my mom. She would always help me. Without her, I´d have no safety net. Perhaps these are selfish reasons to be worrying if she´s sick, I don´t know. Of course I´m worried for her sake as well. EVen though she didn´t even sound so worried about it when I talked to her on the phone. I would almost rather I were sick than her because then I would feel like I had a little more control. But anyway, hopefully she´ll call me tonight and tell me what the doctor said.
So this email is kind of long. I hope it´s not too boring. :-) God, I do wish you were here though...or I was there, I don´t know. I can´t really tell if I´m happy or not. I just feel kind of stressed. Hopefully some of these issues will work out soon though so I won´t have to worry about them anymore. I´m not un-happy..I wouldn´t exactly say that...I don´t necessarily have a better alternative at home anyway, you know? I would most likely run into exactly the same problems. My confusion and stress is not really coming from my situation or where I am, rather it´s coming from myself and my own personal neuroses. Ugh. And the age.
I´ve actually had a lot of stuff on my mind lately. Yesterday the landlady in my building was chatting with me and she said that she´s heard there was some ¨friction¨ in my apartment, (whatever that means, and whoever said it is a mystery) and that if I wanted to there´s a room opening up on the fifth floor, which is a slight bit cheaper than my current room (and probably a lot smaller), and the apartment has a bigger kitchen and salon, and I could move if I wanted to. She was just telling me for my information, being nice, she has no problem with me at all as a tenant. But anyway, now I´m thinking about this. I really don´t like my roommates much. Well, Martin the Mexican guy and his girlfriend are nice, but I just don´t actually talk to them or hang with them much. But it is good for me to practice my Spanish with them when I can. And then Andi the stinky German I am slowly but surely coming to dispise for his wormy spinelessness and body odor, and Simon, well, I´ve told you about Simon. Friction. Definitely friction there. And then there´s the random American dood I don´t really like who will be replaced with someone else random no doubt next month who may, or may not, be cool. In this other new apartment, I met the people there a few months ago and went out with them once or twice, and I liked them alright, and they definitely go out a lot, which would give me easy opportunities to do so as well, which I was just saying I should do more of. But anyway, I hung out with them a few times when I first came here, but then I sort of stopped going up to their apartment because, I don´t know, I felt a little weird..I just wasn´t sure if they really wanted me there..I felt on the outside. So..I mean, if I felt like that then, would I Feel like that again if I lived with them? Or would I feel better because since I¨d be living with them we´d be on equal footing. Besides, maybe it was all in my head and they really did want me to hang out with them all along. But now it´s like, it´s kind of been too long, you know what I mean? Potential for weirdness. Anyway though, tonight when I´m done teaching I´m going to go up and talk to the people that live there, tell them what´s going on, if they´d mind if I moved in. Still not sure if I¨m going to though..I had a really nice conversation (en español, por supuesto) with Teresa today, and that was nice..I don´t think I could practice Spanish with these other people.. Anyway, it´s something on my mind I´m trying to figure out.
Also, I have a moral dilemma. Okay. I´m going to start teaching one of Gonzalo´s friends next month (Gonzalo is the student I´m in love with). And now yesterday he told me that his sister would also like classes. It would be awesome to teach her because she´d pay me more and she´d come to MY house (horrah) and I´d probably like her and enjoy the class (not to mention, I could potentially get some dirt on Gonzalo). BUT... in order for me to teach her, it would mean I would have to ditch one of my other classes. The class I would ditch would be I think the one with Eduardo, my eleven year old who is super smart but also super, SUPER boring. I dread the moment of confrontation with James in the office telling him I´m not going to teach this class anymore, but I think it has to be done. I have to think of myself first here. The damn school doesn´t do jack for me, why should I bend over backwards for them? I shouldn´t... they can give the class to another teacher easily enough and everything will continue on just fine, no harm done, and I would have a more fun class for more money. I am trying to justify it to myself, if you can´t tell. :-) I really don´t think it´s a bad thing to do though, do you?
Speaking of Gonzalo. God damn it. I am such a broken record. Why, WHY when I get a crush do I let it consume my entire life and every waking moment of my day? Why can´t I just crush on the side? Why does it have to be the focal point of my universe, no matter how pathetic it may be? This one is especially confusing though because of the whole student/teacher thing. I just haven´t the foggiest what he thinks of me. He does flirtatious things, most definitely. For example, he invited me to go out with them on New Year´s, but, like I was saying before, I wasn´t really sure if he actually wanted me to go or if he was just being polite. Besides, I didn´t have any dinero, so I didn´t end up going. But then in class, he told me he was expecting me to go and sounded all dissapointed that I hadn´t. Also, we had been talking in class about movies and I chastised him for always watching English movies dubbed in Spanish as the Spaniards are apt to do. They do love their dubbing here. And we talked about the movie Mallrats and how it´s really funny. Then, last week, he says, ¨Chloe, I have Mallrats on the DVD. Perhaps we should watch it some time, like some weekend..¨ Was he asking me out? I don´t know. Anyway, I suggested we watch it last weekend but then he couldn´t because he had to do some family shit. I will suggest this weekend in class tomorrow I think.
Anyway, it´s confusing. I was contemplating the idea yesterday of getting the pain over with and just telling him I like him, BUT, I really have a lot riding on this. If I somehow freaked him out, I would lose his class, and possibly his friend´s class, and now, possibly his sister´s. That´s a pretty big fucking deal. I think..well, I´ll suggest the movie this weekend. And if I DO decide I can´t take this pussy footing around anymore and decide to remove the bandaid in one fowl swoop, I´ll wait until after I start classes with the others.
And, on top of these stressful issues, I´m still broke as a goddamn joke and need to find more classes. It´s really too bad I´d have to give a class up to teach Gonzalo´s sister. I´m going to start looking around at some more institutes I think, but it´s just such a PAIN in the ASS. I hate pounding the pavement.
And one more stressful thing. Really stressful, actually. My mom is sick. She´s had what she thought was the flu for like eight weeks now. She just thought it was the flu so she wasn´t going to the doctor, but dude, that´s two months. So she finally went. And the doctor did a blood test and didn´t find anything, so I guess it´s not cancer or diabetes or anything like that, but they don´t know WHAT it is now. So she´s going to a pulminary guy today...I have no idea what they´re even looking for or what could be wrong, whether it could be serious or not..I don´t know. And neither does she. But the prospect of losing my mom, no matter how remote... I just don´t know what I would do. Even though I´m not with her and I don´t depend on her for anything anymore, she´s like, I mean, she´s my rock, you know? She´s always there, in the same place, if I need her. If sometime I ever fucked up so bad I didn´t have a place to live or I was broke or whatever, there´s still my mom. She would always help me. Without her, I´d have no safety net. Perhaps these are selfish reasons to be worrying if she´s sick, I don´t know. Of course I´m worried for her sake as well. EVen though she didn´t even sound so worried about it when I talked to her on the phone. I would almost rather I were sick than her because then I would feel like I had a little more control. But anyway, hopefully she´ll call me tonight and tell me what the doctor said.
So this email is kind of long. I hope it´s not too boring. :-) God, I do wish you were here though...or I was there, I don´t know. I can´t really tell if I´m happy or not. I just feel kind of stressed. Hopefully some of these issues will work out soon though so I won´t have to worry about them anymore. I´m not un-happy..I wouldn´t exactly say that...I don´t necessarily have a better alternative at home anyway, you know? I would most likely run into exactly the same problems. My confusion and stress is not really coming from my situation or where I am, rather it´s coming from myself and my own personal neuroses. Ugh. And the age.
Friday, January 09, 2004
I´m so frustrated. I´m still as shy as ever and it´s pissing me off. I am lucky though because I do have a few, that being, two, really pretty good friends here, and that´s enough to keep me occupied for much of the time. One of them though, Nicole, I think I mentioned her lame-ass boyfriend from the US is here now, so lately I haven´t been able to hang out with just her, you know? And I hate that. But besides those two friends, Nicole and Andrea..not much else..and I don´t know what to do about it. Without having some situation like school, or work, or anything like that, it´s hard to meet people.
I need to go out more. I go out some, but it is hard when you have NO MONEY and only a few friends, so if they don´t feel like going out then you don´t have anyone to go out with. But, lately, the times I have gone out, I´ve been having abnormal luck with the boys. The other day Nicole and I were out at some bar, and I kept making sort of accidental eye contact with this one cute boy, and after a few minutes, he actually CAME OVER and started talking to us. I was impressed. I would never have the guts to do that. Which is probably a bad thing, but oh well. I mean, I feel like that takes some guts, you know? And it made me feel good because he totally only came over because he had been looking at me, and my friend Nicole is a really pretty girl, but he was actually looking at me more than her. Woa! Then it was lame though because I wanted to talk to him and his friends for a while longer but we went outside to smoke a jay and Nicole was cold and wanted to go home so we left. Grr. She SO fucked up my game.
And THEN, the other day, like Tuesday, I was at a club with Nicole and another friend. We were standing at the bar. And this dude, also quite cute, comes up and starts talking to me. We chatted for a bit. Gave him my phone and email, I hope he calls! I mean, why wouldn´t he..doesn´t he know that if he calls me, odds are I will end up doing him? Shouldn´t that be enough incentive? I´m actually afraid I gave him the wrong phone number. Heh. Anyway, we´ll see. Probably won´t call. Okay, so this all happened on Tuesday so it hasn´t exactly been very long but STILL. :-)
Bad news with my student crush though. I was SUPPOSED to start class up with him again yesterday, so of course, I did my hair all cute and was wearing my cutest outfit, all prepared and stuff. Class is supposed to start at 7:30 but sometimes traffic is bad so I´m in my apartment waiting..waiting..waiting..hmm..still not here and it´s 8:00. So I text him, asking where he is. And THEN, AFTER I text, he calls me and is like, ¨Uh..I forgot to tell you I´m recording with my band today..¨ What?! So rude!!! A) I was really hungry but I was waiting to eat because I thought he was coming. B) I was going to watch a movie with my friends but we put it off because I had class with him. C) I seriously need him to PAY me because I have no money. And besides, D) I was wearing my cutest outfit!! Ugh. This does not bode well for him actually liking me. Whatever. Heh..I was kind of pissed off on the phone. I think he thinks I hate him now. I should tell me he owes dinner. :-)
Anyway, I kind of feel stupid writing and talking about nothing but boys..but well, I am really lonely, and having a boy sure would help alleviate that problem. I´ve not even been that randy lately, just lonely and wanting somebody to talk to who actually wants to listen to me, you know? I´m sure you do. *sigh* I mean I hate it, all these little stupid things happen to me throughout the day, and I want to tell someone about it, about the funny kid I saw on the metro or how I almost fell down the stairs leaving my apartment this morning, whatever, but there´s no one really to tell.
I need to go out more. I go out some, but it is hard when you have NO MONEY and only a few friends, so if they don´t feel like going out then you don´t have anyone to go out with. But, lately, the times I have gone out, I´ve been having abnormal luck with the boys. The other day Nicole and I were out at some bar, and I kept making sort of accidental eye contact with this one cute boy, and after a few minutes, he actually CAME OVER and started talking to us. I was impressed. I would never have the guts to do that. Which is probably a bad thing, but oh well. I mean, I feel like that takes some guts, you know? And it made me feel good because he totally only came over because he had been looking at me, and my friend Nicole is a really pretty girl, but he was actually looking at me more than her. Woa! Then it was lame though because I wanted to talk to him and his friends for a while longer but we went outside to smoke a jay and Nicole was cold and wanted to go home so we left. Grr. She SO fucked up my game.
And THEN, the other day, like Tuesday, I was at a club with Nicole and another friend. We were standing at the bar. And this dude, also quite cute, comes up and starts talking to me. We chatted for a bit. Gave him my phone and email, I hope he calls! I mean, why wouldn´t he..doesn´t he know that if he calls me, odds are I will end up doing him? Shouldn´t that be enough incentive? I´m actually afraid I gave him the wrong phone number. Heh. Anyway, we´ll see. Probably won´t call. Okay, so this all happened on Tuesday so it hasn´t exactly been very long but STILL. :-)
Bad news with my student crush though. I was SUPPOSED to start class up with him again yesterday, so of course, I did my hair all cute and was wearing my cutest outfit, all prepared and stuff. Class is supposed to start at 7:30 but sometimes traffic is bad so I´m in my apartment waiting..waiting..waiting..hmm..still not here and it´s 8:00. So I text him, asking where he is. And THEN, AFTER I text, he calls me and is like, ¨Uh..I forgot to tell you I´m recording with my band today..¨ What?! So rude!!! A) I was really hungry but I was waiting to eat because I thought he was coming. B) I was going to watch a movie with my friends but we put it off because I had class with him. C) I seriously need him to PAY me because I have no money. And besides, D) I was wearing my cutest outfit!! Ugh. This does not bode well for him actually liking me. Whatever. Heh..I was kind of pissed off on the phone. I think he thinks I hate him now. I should tell me he owes dinner. :-)
Anyway, I kind of feel stupid writing and talking about nothing but boys..but well, I am really lonely, and having a boy sure would help alleviate that problem. I´ve not even been that randy lately, just lonely and wanting somebody to talk to who actually wants to listen to me, you know? I´m sure you do. *sigh* I mean I hate it, all these little stupid things happen to me throughout the day, and I want to tell someone about it, about the funny kid I saw on the metro or how I almost fell down the stairs leaving my apartment this morning, whatever, but there´s no one really to tell.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
It has been a long time since I´ve written it feels like! Did you miss me? Well, I hope so. I haven´t written for a few reasons. For one, I haven´t been doing anything too exciting lately, and for two, I haven´t been able to use the free internet at my student´s school because they´ve been out on Christmas break. They still are, but I decided to bite the bullet and pay for it this time.
So what have I been up to, let me see. Well, my awesome American roommate is gone, elas. He was only here for a month, but it was great having him. He was such a cool dude. I already thought he was cool because he was a grammar nerd like me, but on top of that, it only made him cooler to find out that his favorite TV show is The Golden Girls and that he too is extra-sensitive to people who have pants that are too short. He also introduced me to Al Campo, which is this GIGANTIC grocery store not too far away from my house. No seriously, huge. Most of the grocery stores around here are fair to middling, often can´t find everything you want. But this place -- huge. It was like Fred Meyer, only they had foi gras (I thought of you, Angus!). They also sold clothes, appliances, fruits, vegetables, and they had an entire aisle donated to jamon serrano. For those of you who don´t know, jamon serrano is a type of ham. Basically, it´s an entire pig flank that has been cured in a cellar for years until it is just the right consistency to shave of thin slices of hammy goodness. It´s very popular in Spain. All over the city you see pig legs hanging in grocery stores, in butcher shops, in people´s windows. Some comapanies give their employess pig flanks for a Christmas bonus. All with the hoof still attached of course and often times still with a few stray hairs. Anyway, it´s pretty cool. And pretty tasty too if I do say so.
But anyway Mark is gone now. I´ve heard rumors that Pierre is coming back, but I haven´t seen hide nor hair of him in the apartment. At the moment it is just Simon and myself. Stink-boy has been in Germany for the past few weeks and oh, what blessed relief! I will cry when he comes back, half from sorrow, and half from his pungent odor. But oh well, what can you do.
So I survived the holidays. Christmas was alright, but I just don´t like Christmas, no matter what. I had a few friends over to my house and we made fondue, which is always a kick. But then my friend Nicole and her stupid boyfriend got in a fight and it was all just retarded. And my family didn´t call me on Christmas, which made me very sad. My mom called me the next day and told me that they couldn´t call because they were at my cousin´s house and she only has a cell phone, but nevertheless, I was upset, and I think I made my mom feel really bad about it. So I think after hanging up with me she called the entire family and guilt tripped them into calling me, so in the past week I´ve talked to almost all the members of my extended family. So that´s kinda nice.
New Year´s was just the other day. I went to la Puerta del Sol with my friend Nicole and her stupid boyfriend to be with the crowd and midnight, so that was kind of cool. Only her boyfriend once again threw a tantrum and went home in a pout. He´s such a jerk, I don´t like him. But whatever, we still had fun. Then we went to a party at somebody´s house, and about 2:30 I went home. I probably would have gone to sleep, only Simon was having a party in our apartment, so there were a ton of people over, and a ton of alcohol. So I stayed up for a few more hours, talking to people, etc. I spoke a lot of Spanish. I was wearing this kind of low cut dress, so I think I got more attention than usual with the boys. Too bad none of them were cute or interesting though. This one drunk French guy, okay, I was standing talking to a friend of mine and I see this guy on the couch staring at me drunkenly. Eventually he gets up, comes over to me, puts his elbow on my shoulder, and proceeds to stare at my boobs. ¨Can I help you?¨ I say. ¨I just wanted to tell you....¨ he slurs, ¨that you have a very nice....euuh...robe.¨ ¨Who ARE you?¨ I say. ¨What?¨ he says. ¨¿Quien eres?¨ I say, thinking he might be Spanish. At this point, I think he gets the pictures that he is being denied, and he walks away. God, I can be such a bitch sometimes, I love it.
In between Christmas and New Year´s, I went to Granada with Andrea, her boyfriend Feli, and her sister who is visiting from Seattle. That was cool. It was good to get out of the city and Granada is neat. We also took the bus to the beach on the Mediterranean one day too. The bad thing is though that, well, we were staying in the apartment of a friend of Feli´s because they were out of town. Cool, free place to stay. Except...the place had no heat. It was fucking FREEZING. Soooo cooold. When we first got there, we could see our breath. Not something I like in an apartment. The whole place was really a hole in the wall. Luckily, they had a butane space heater, so that made it a little warmer, but STILL, fucking COLD. I spooned with Andrea´s sister every night because it was a lot better to sleep with someone that freeze your ass off alone, that´s for sure.
Andrea´s boyfriend doesn´t speak English like at all, so I practiced my Spanish a lot, which is always satisfying. I really am improving. I´m not there yet though. We also taught Feli a number of key phrases in English, including various names for male and female genetalia, and various uses of the words fuck and shit. Ah, fun with language.
Yesterday, I had a small victory. I managed, with the help of Nicole, to open an account at our local Blockbuster video. You don´t understand. This is awesome. Now I can rent movies!! They aren´t too expensive either, and since I have a dvd player, I can watch them in the apartment. Opening the account, much like everything over here, was quite an ordeal, and we had to go back three times until we had sufficient ID, but it doesn´t matter now because we have it, woo! Last night Nicole, Corrine, Nicole´s boyfriend and I watched Zoolander. It´s cool, Nicole lives in my building now. So now my two best friends here, Nicole and Andrea, live within walking distance. How convenient!
Oh, another cool thing. The day after Christmas my student who I have the big crush on, Gonzalo, his little band had a show at a bar. A group of my friends and I went and saw him play. It was fun, and of course, completely precious. I felt all cool too since I showed up with like six friends -- little does he know that´s actually all the friends I have! Ha ha! But he seemed pretty happy to see me. My friends all seem to think he might sort of like me a little bit maybe but I´m still not sure. He is pretty nice to me though and sends me flirtatious text messages sometimes, who knows. The game is afoot!
Besides that, not much. I´m still on break right now, though a few of my classes start up again next week, and then in full force the week after that. Ugh. I´m broke as a joke. It suuuucks. I´m not sure what to do.
So what have I been up to, let me see. Well, my awesome American roommate is gone, elas. He was only here for a month, but it was great having him. He was such a cool dude. I already thought he was cool because he was a grammar nerd like me, but on top of that, it only made him cooler to find out that his favorite TV show is The Golden Girls and that he too is extra-sensitive to people who have pants that are too short. He also introduced me to Al Campo, which is this GIGANTIC grocery store not too far away from my house. No seriously, huge. Most of the grocery stores around here are fair to middling, often can´t find everything you want. But this place -- huge. It was like Fred Meyer, only they had foi gras (I thought of you, Angus!). They also sold clothes, appliances, fruits, vegetables, and they had an entire aisle donated to jamon serrano. For those of you who don´t know, jamon serrano is a type of ham. Basically, it´s an entire pig flank that has been cured in a cellar for years until it is just the right consistency to shave of thin slices of hammy goodness. It´s very popular in Spain. All over the city you see pig legs hanging in grocery stores, in butcher shops, in people´s windows. Some comapanies give their employess pig flanks for a Christmas bonus. All with the hoof still attached of course and often times still with a few stray hairs. Anyway, it´s pretty cool. And pretty tasty too if I do say so.
But anyway Mark is gone now. I´ve heard rumors that Pierre is coming back, but I haven´t seen hide nor hair of him in the apartment. At the moment it is just Simon and myself. Stink-boy has been in Germany for the past few weeks and oh, what blessed relief! I will cry when he comes back, half from sorrow, and half from his pungent odor. But oh well, what can you do.
So I survived the holidays. Christmas was alright, but I just don´t like Christmas, no matter what. I had a few friends over to my house and we made fondue, which is always a kick. But then my friend Nicole and her stupid boyfriend got in a fight and it was all just retarded. And my family didn´t call me on Christmas, which made me very sad. My mom called me the next day and told me that they couldn´t call because they were at my cousin´s house and she only has a cell phone, but nevertheless, I was upset, and I think I made my mom feel really bad about it. So I think after hanging up with me she called the entire family and guilt tripped them into calling me, so in the past week I´ve talked to almost all the members of my extended family. So that´s kinda nice.
New Year´s was just the other day. I went to la Puerta del Sol with my friend Nicole and her stupid boyfriend to be with the crowd and midnight, so that was kind of cool. Only her boyfriend once again threw a tantrum and went home in a pout. He´s such a jerk, I don´t like him. But whatever, we still had fun. Then we went to a party at somebody´s house, and about 2:30 I went home. I probably would have gone to sleep, only Simon was having a party in our apartment, so there were a ton of people over, and a ton of alcohol. So I stayed up for a few more hours, talking to people, etc. I spoke a lot of Spanish. I was wearing this kind of low cut dress, so I think I got more attention than usual with the boys. Too bad none of them were cute or interesting though. This one drunk French guy, okay, I was standing talking to a friend of mine and I see this guy on the couch staring at me drunkenly. Eventually he gets up, comes over to me, puts his elbow on my shoulder, and proceeds to stare at my boobs. ¨Can I help you?¨ I say. ¨I just wanted to tell you....¨ he slurs, ¨that you have a very nice....euuh...robe.¨ ¨Who ARE you?¨ I say. ¨What?¨ he says. ¨¿Quien eres?¨ I say, thinking he might be Spanish. At this point, I think he gets the pictures that he is being denied, and he walks away. God, I can be such a bitch sometimes, I love it.
In between Christmas and New Year´s, I went to Granada with Andrea, her boyfriend Feli, and her sister who is visiting from Seattle. That was cool. It was good to get out of the city and Granada is neat. We also took the bus to the beach on the Mediterranean one day too. The bad thing is though that, well, we were staying in the apartment of a friend of Feli´s because they were out of town. Cool, free place to stay. Except...the place had no heat. It was fucking FREEZING. Soooo cooold. When we first got there, we could see our breath. Not something I like in an apartment. The whole place was really a hole in the wall. Luckily, they had a butane space heater, so that made it a little warmer, but STILL, fucking COLD. I spooned with Andrea´s sister every night because it was a lot better to sleep with someone that freeze your ass off alone, that´s for sure.
Andrea´s boyfriend doesn´t speak English like at all, so I practiced my Spanish a lot, which is always satisfying. I really am improving. I´m not there yet though. We also taught Feli a number of key phrases in English, including various names for male and female genetalia, and various uses of the words fuck and shit. Ah, fun with language.
Yesterday, I had a small victory. I managed, with the help of Nicole, to open an account at our local Blockbuster video. You don´t understand. This is awesome. Now I can rent movies!! They aren´t too expensive either, and since I have a dvd player, I can watch them in the apartment. Opening the account, much like everything over here, was quite an ordeal, and we had to go back three times until we had sufficient ID, but it doesn´t matter now because we have it, woo! Last night Nicole, Corrine, Nicole´s boyfriend and I watched Zoolander. It´s cool, Nicole lives in my building now. So now my two best friends here, Nicole and Andrea, live within walking distance. How convenient!
Oh, another cool thing. The day after Christmas my student who I have the big crush on, Gonzalo, his little band had a show at a bar. A group of my friends and I went and saw him play. It was fun, and of course, completely precious. I felt all cool too since I showed up with like six friends -- little does he know that´s actually all the friends I have! Ha ha! But he seemed pretty happy to see me. My friends all seem to think he might sort of like me a little bit maybe but I´m still not sure. He is pretty nice to me though and sends me flirtatious text messages sometimes, who knows. The game is afoot!
Besides that, not much. I´m still on break right now, though a few of my classes start up again next week, and then in full force the week after that. Ugh. I´m broke as a joke. It suuuucks. I´m not sure what to do.
