So I have to type with one hand right now because I have a problem with my left hand at the moment. You see, last night I was cleaning the dishes and a bowl slipped out of my hand and cut the shit out of me. I keep finding new cuts on my fingers and there are pretty small cuts everywhere, but the worst has to be the huge gash in the side of my ( Read more... )

So, if you could not tell by my last entry, I was rather sad and confused. I feel much better after talking to several people here, particularly my good friend Michelle. We talked about my situation for a while, and then we moved on to what was bothering us in our country. One subject in particular was gay marriages. My parents have been telling ( Read more... )

Have you ever reached a stage in your life where nothing is easy? Where each decision that you make blends into the next, and it is a vicious spiralling cycle that, with one wrong move, could make or break your life indefinitely. For most of you, probably not. Luckily for me, that time is about right now. I mean, the decisions I make henceforth ( Read more... )

The main reason why I wanted to write earlier was to point something out that I saw last night, and I completely forgot about it until I was just talking to a friend. Last night while drinking at Blue Bay, he ULTRA-Americanized shit hole, I realized how embaressing it was to be from our country sometimes. First of all, Blue Bay is a not a ( Read more... )

Yesterday was overall a good day. School was normal, and then I went to my internship. While there, I all the kids wanted to know all these cuss words in English, so of course, I told them. They were all impressed with my immense knowledge of "palabrotas." Of course, they were all sitting there saying, "suck it" and "bitch" throughout class, and ( Read more... )

The past few days have been more normal than the previous. Tuesday at my internship this guy asks me, how do you say, "Chúpamela" in English. When I told him, he was walking around saying "suck it" to everyone. Oops. It was really funny. After that, I listened to the worst solfege exams I hope I ever hear. The kids were not prepared at all, but ( Read more... )

So, if you have all noticed, I have changed my journal yet again. Thank you so much Chris for giving me my old background back. The font reminds me of my handwriting, so I thought I would use it. Sorry if it hurts the eyes ( Read more... )

So, Eli, fallas is the festival here only in Valencia, and it is celebrated every year on March 19, which is also the day honoring San José (and conveniently, it is also father´s day here). The word "falla" comes from Arabic, and stands for the statues that are built by each "casal" (house), or group of individuals in a neighborhood who collect ( Read more... )

If I see another happy couple or two people kissing in front of me one more time, I am going to throw up all over them. When did anyone think spending this long apart was healthy? I just want to see my baby again. Tear :-(.

Conveniently, I have left the last three days of my fallas experience out of my livejournal. I have to admit that in those days, I believe I must have consumed more alcohol than I have in my entire life. Not to mention, I believe they have been the three most exciting days I have ever had. I will leave out all the specific details, so as not to ( Read more... )