i can't believe i miss texas
right now i just want to eat mexican food, listen to johnny cash and ride in damien's truck.
i miss texas...
i got a package from my mom. it had medicines, candy corn, a diwali card and halloween decorations. the spaniards think it's strange, but i passed out spider rings and they were content.
i started at the SIDA house. one of the residents lets me read his biography as he writes it. i get thrown off every time i hear the cancer patient with the tracheotomy talk because i hear the crackling voices from inside him. one of the women complains about how she misses her daughters and how she wishes she'd never put them up for adoption. one woman comes over a lot because she's addicted to crystal meth. i constatntly think i'm going to catch AIDS. i ate with them, for a snack, and used their cups, spoons, plates and fork.
damien and i are back, i freaked out. i just miss him so much, my world is just a wreck right now. i need to find a job, i have no home, my boyfriend is far away, i can't express myself fluently...
i had an intercambio yesterday with two spanish girls. we're going to get indian food together.
my cough is getting worse. the doctor insists that i either wear a mask around the house or move out.
i don't like hanging out with the americans. i haven't gone out in a while.
i had an interview with the tv reporter here. i'm going to intern with him. every time i talk to him i get so nervous because he's a journalist and has impeccable grammar and mine is shit. so when i talk to him i sound even stupider because i stutter.
alex, allison and some other girls and guys and i are going to portugal tomorrow. some town called guarda.
then next week, morocco. but i need to plan and book things. shit.
this band makes me cry. it's mexican. we had to listen to one of their songs about immigration into the US in class and it made me cry. god i miss him. i miss his twitching feet. his pearl snap shits. his menthol tinged lips. his beautifully shaped head. his lips.
labios compartidos
labios divididos, me amor
yo no puedo compartir tus labios
i miss texas...
i got a package from my mom. it had medicines, candy corn, a diwali card and halloween decorations. the spaniards think it's strange, but i passed out spider rings and they were content.
i started at the SIDA house. one of the residents lets me read his biography as he writes it. i get thrown off every time i hear the cancer patient with the tracheotomy talk because i hear the crackling voices from inside him. one of the women complains about how she misses her daughters and how she wishes she'd never put them up for adoption. one woman comes over a lot because she's addicted to crystal meth. i constatntly think i'm going to catch AIDS. i ate with them, for a snack, and used their cups, spoons, plates and fork.
damien and i are back, i freaked out. i just miss him so much, my world is just a wreck right now. i need to find a job, i have no home, my boyfriend is far away, i can't express myself fluently...
i had an intercambio yesterday with two spanish girls. we're going to get indian food together.
my cough is getting worse. the doctor insists that i either wear a mask around the house or move out.
i don't like hanging out with the americans. i haven't gone out in a while.
i had an interview with the tv reporter here. i'm going to intern with him. every time i talk to him i get so nervous because he's a journalist and has impeccable grammar and mine is shit. so when i talk to him i sound even stupider because i stutter.
alex, allison and some other girls and guys and i are going to portugal tomorrow. some town called guarda.
then next week, morocco. but i need to plan and book things. shit.
this band makes me cry. it's mexican. we had to listen to one of their songs about immigration into the US in class and it made me cry. god i miss him. i miss his twitching feet. his pearl snap shits. his menthol tinged lips. his beautifully shaped head. his lips.
labios compartidos
labios divididos, me amor
yo no puedo compartir tus labios