Siglo dieci...cuatro? Oh, diecinueve.
I realized today that I hadn't thought of him in nearly three weeks. And maybe remembering again doesn't constitute forgetting, but it means that, for a while at least, I was forgetting to remember. I think that's at least a start. I was reading an old entry from here, and it was me wondering what I would do if he found someone else. HA. I love calling out the future.
I need to raise a lot more money for my trip. I don't know how to do that from a country away.
Things are good here. I am relatively happy. Sometimes, in class, when I don't know what people are saying and I realize I only have one friend in the class, I am rather lonely. But I leave, see my friends, laugh at something mean Greg says to me, and then go play soccer or dance. If I'm falling in love at all in Mexico, it is with the language. I still don't always know what's going on, but I'm starting to pick more up. And now, when I laugh along with the group, it's because I got at least part of the joke. In Eat, Pray, Love, the author talks about an Indonesian man who laughs because he is happy people make jokes, even if he doesn't understand them. That's rather how I feel here: I am happy that there is sarcasm and good-natured humor, that friends can be made in any country, that we all have a love for music (and for most, alcohol and Coca-Cola). So, even if people make me repeat myself, and I make them repeat themselves, I am happy.
Also, I went on a TERRIBLE date the other night. Just absolutely awful. At one point, we were in his car, and he put on a song, and then proceeded to serenade me, with his hand on my thigh. He had about two more seconds to move his hand before I roughly moved it for him. Also, he was a bad singer. There were a few voice cracks in there. Geez. And he owes me 15 american bucks now, but I think that's a steal to lose that and not have to see him ever again. haha. Except he knows where I live, and I rather feel like he's one of those people who don't understand that you don't show up at someone's house. If he does, I will sic our dog Fiona on him. hahaha. My mom said shame on me, though, because my excuse for not kissing him was "I'm Baptist!" He didn't get what I meant, anyways, but I thought that was nicer than "You repulse me!"
All for now!
I need to raise a lot more money for my trip. I don't know how to do that from a country away.
Things are good here. I am relatively happy. Sometimes, in class, when I don't know what people are saying and I realize I only have one friend in the class, I am rather lonely. But I leave, see my friends, laugh at something mean Greg says to me, and then go play soccer or dance. If I'm falling in love at all in Mexico, it is with the language. I still don't always know what's going on, but I'm starting to pick more up. And now, when I laugh along with the group, it's because I got at least part of the joke. In Eat, Pray, Love, the author talks about an Indonesian man who laughs because he is happy people make jokes, even if he doesn't understand them. That's rather how I feel here: I am happy that there is sarcasm and good-natured humor, that friends can be made in any country, that we all have a love for music (and for most, alcohol and Coca-Cola). So, even if people make me repeat myself, and I make them repeat themselves, I am happy.
Also, I went on a TERRIBLE date the other night. Just absolutely awful. At one point, we were in his car, and he put on a song, and then proceeded to serenade me, with his hand on my thigh. He had about two more seconds to move his hand before I roughly moved it for him. Also, he was a bad singer. There were a few voice cracks in there. Geez. And he owes me 15 american bucks now, but I think that's a steal to lose that and not have to see him ever again. haha. Except he knows where I live, and I rather feel like he's one of those people who don't understand that you don't show up at someone's house. If he does, I will sic our dog Fiona on him. hahaha. My mom said shame on me, though, because my excuse for not kissing him was "I'm Baptist!" He didn't get what I meant, anyways, but I thought that was nicer than "You repulse me!"
All for now!