Back from Limbo
I'm back, and I come bearing beer!
I'm back. For good. My modem and all of its brouhaha has been fixed. It sure took a long time. Poor baby, it was so sick.
Last night, I broke down. I called M and broke down. About missing him sooo much, and about being scared. I am scared, you know? Well, was. Now, I feel sooo much better. So much! You see: it's all gonna be new for me, living alone, being responsible for me 100% and being at a new country and in a new profession. What if I suck?! Or end up alone? Or lost? Or just so scared I can't make any pals? It's not a pretty picture. Plus... I miss M. A lot. We were the closest people ever. Joe Perry and Steven Tyler. The Terror Twins. We were the best mates ever, and now all is over, and I miss having someone to talk to, to blow things over, to mull, to freak-out on, to... to listen to. Sometimes, all it takes is a few words and I feel better.
I'd noticed a bit of a depression cooking up, when I lay in Mamakin's bed, "asleep" and I started crying. Just like that. Crying. The tension, the stress, the realization that "this is it" and there's no going back now. All of that, man. Blew in my face. I had been trying to hard to just hold it in, to not panic, to not think about the day we all say goodbye and the day I won't see my hometown no more, or Mc or Mamakin. Worst of all, Jd. I'll miss him most of all. On top of that, my Internet was out of commission and I wasn't able to read everyone's Js or comment, or write in mine, chat with my friends, or even look up Basketball scores! Grr! Stress upon stress upon stress.
So, finally blew. Cried. Spoke with M. Feel better now. Have Internet back. Me-sa happy now. Sorry if I sound silly right now. So, so sorry.
Today was another normal day at my job. The kids ... love me. It makes me very, very happy. They love me a heck of a lot. I have tons of them fighting for me, even the punks. Weird. A Mother took me aside today and told me: "My son loves you!" I ask why, since he's with Mrs. Tiffani and not me. I'm not his "core teacher." She says: "It's because you call him 'honey'." Ha ha! I gotta laugh! Every day, my bosses ask me to stay so it's getting very hard to say goodbye, but it's going to happen, so I best harden my skin up. Right? That was making me even more stressed-out, since that emotional baggage was starting to crumple me up.
Man! Puerto Rico won against China! But, we lost when up to Slovenia. Hmm. Sad, sad game. Thus far, we have two losses. We're on to round two. Good luck, Puerto Rico! Boy, are these games exciting, however. These are some of the world's best players, and you shoul see the effort and the stamina on them, man. The photo above includes Danny Santiago, a player I love a lot. He slam dunks a heck of a lot. I was so afraid he wouldn't play in Japan, since he had some issues to solve related to the NBA. Below this, you can see Carlos Arroyo, another of my faves. He's holding out his jersey, in this photo, when our team beat team USA in the last Olympics. It's funny to see other players hold their jerseys in similar fashion when excitement and euphoria takes over whenever they win or make one heck of a basket. Ha ha!
Well, I'll be off now. I'm going to have a few margaritas with Brenda down at Chili's. I was down there on Monday, meeting Mily for dinner. I had such a great time, eating and joking away. The night grew thin as we ate and laughed about our medicine-to-be-careers. She's already started, in Ponce, and is ahead of me. She seems to be in one pieace still. We both plan to be pediatricians. Ha ha! Wish us good luck, eh? Ok. I'm on my way. See ya, guys!
You Are Guinness
You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world. Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them. When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all. But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.
What's Your Beer Personality?
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Note: M is also known as Rick. But, Rick to me isn't the name that truly encompensates all that M is. Somehow, when real emotions are at stake, Rick isn't... the name that fits. Know what I mean? M is Rick. Rick is M. Still the same cool person.
I'm back. For good. My modem and all of its brouhaha has been fixed. It sure took a long time. Poor baby, it was so sick.
Last night, I broke down. I called M and broke down. About missing him sooo much, and about being scared. I am scared, you know? Well, was. Now, I feel sooo much better. So much! You see: it's all gonna be new for me, living alone, being responsible for me 100% and being at a new country and in a new profession. What if I suck?! Or end up alone? Or lost? Or just so scared I can't make any pals? It's not a pretty picture. Plus... I miss M. A lot. We were the closest people ever. Joe Perry and Steven Tyler. The Terror Twins. We were the best mates ever, and now all is over, and I miss having someone to talk to, to blow things over, to mull, to freak-out on, to... to listen to. Sometimes, all it takes is a few words and I feel better.
I'd noticed a bit of a depression cooking up, when I lay in Mamakin's bed, "asleep" and I started crying. Just like that. Crying. The tension, the stress, the realization that "this is it" and there's no going back now. All of that, man. Blew in my face. I had been trying to hard to just hold it in, to not panic, to not think about the day we all say goodbye and the day I won't see my hometown no more, or Mc or Mamakin. Worst of all, Jd. I'll miss him most of all. On top of that, my Internet was out of commission and I wasn't able to read everyone's Js or comment, or write in mine, chat with my friends, or even look up Basketball scores! Grr! Stress upon stress upon stress.
So, finally blew. Cried. Spoke with M. Feel better now. Have Internet back. Me-sa happy now. Sorry if I sound silly right now. So, so sorry.
Today was another normal day at my job. The kids ... love me. It makes me very, very happy. They love me a heck of a lot. I have tons of them fighting for me, even the punks. Weird. A Mother took me aside today and told me: "My son loves you!" I ask why, since he's with Mrs. Tiffani and not me. I'm not his "core teacher." She says: "It's because you call him 'honey'." Ha ha! I gotta laugh! Every day, my bosses ask me to stay so it's getting very hard to say goodbye, but it's going to happen, so I best harden my skin up. Right? That was making me even more stressed-out, since that emotional baggage was starting to crumple me up.
Man! Puerto Rico won against China! But, we lost when up to Slovenia. Hmm. Sad, sad game. Thus far, we have two losses. We're on to round two. Good luck, Puerto Rico! Boy, are these games exciting, however. These are some of the world's best players, and you shoul see the effort and the stamina on them, man. The photo above includes Danny Santiago, a player I love a lot. He slam dunks a heck of a lot. I was so afraid he wouldn't play in Japan, since he had some issues to solve related to the NBA. Below this, you can see Carlos Arroyo, another of my faves. He's holding out his jersey, in this photo, when our team beat team USA in the last Olympics. It's funny to see other players hold their jerseys in similar fashion when excitement and euphoria takes over whenever they win or make one heck of a basket. Ha ha!
Well, I'll be off now. I'm going to have a few margaritas with Brenda down at Chili's. I was down there on Monday, meeting Mily for dinner. I had such a great time, eating and joking away. The night grew thin as we ate and laughed about our medicine-to-be-careers. She's already started, in Ponce, and is ahead of me. She seems to be in one pieace still. We both plan to be pediatricians. Ha ha! Wish us good luck, eh? Ok. I'm on my way. See ya, guys!
You Are Guinness
You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world. Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them. When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all. But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.
What's Your Beer Personality?
-----
Note: M is also known as Rick. But, Rick to me isn't the name that truly encompensates all that M is. Somehow, when real emotions are at stake, Rick isn't... the name that fits. Know what I mean? M is Rick. Rick is M. Still the same cool person.