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This is an update. Finally. Today was an excellent day that has provoked me to type. I haven't been as fortunate during the past week or so. I haven't had any real reason to have non-great days, but shotty moods seemed to be haunting me. BUT, that is no more. My shotty moods have been nipped in the arse and I refuse to have them return BECAUSE there is no reason for them to return. Life is good and moods are based on life therefore moods should be nothing less than good. Right? I hope so.
I went to Cancun from the middle of last week until the beginning of this week. I was working with a group from West Virgina that was having their business' state convention. The trip had the potential to be a really great time, but that vision was quickly squashed when I met the jerk-face boss man of the groupo. He seemed to do everything in his power to make sure that everything that I accomplished or worked on for the group be incorrect. Gah! I was so stressed out with some of the crap he was complaining about. Seriously though, he was in Cancun (aka. Almost Paradise) and all he did was sit in his ROOM and read a BOOK and find things to COMPLAIN about. What a waste of a vacation, in my opinion. Chris ended up coming with me (bless his soul) and had to deal with me running around like a lunatic. He attemed to keep me sane... it worked occasionally.
One day I spent at the airport waiting for flights to come in and greeting people in my group. It was hilarious dealing with Mexican (men) for seven hours. Everyone there seemed in shock that I couldn't speak Spanish and they certainly didn't belive me when I said I wasn't hispanic. Of course, that seemed to be a secondary shock to when they found out how young I was and that I was a woman. Women definitly get jipped in equality around that country.
Oh yeah, I taught Chris about the different types of tequila through a show-and-tell process.
::Me on the phone... Like I was 98.9% of the time::
::A shot of beautiful Cancun buildings. Food, Tequilla, Drugs, and a Club. What more could you ask for? j/k:::
::That was the view out of the hotel room balcony. Nice, eh?::
::Chris was sitting on a cliff::
::Really, he was. I like this shot::
::The water was really pretty:::
::The waves were pretty sweet too::
::I love Mexico::
Since being back from Cancun I've had massive stomach aches (which is a dumb thing to complain about and its NOT Mexican food/water related) and flat tires on my car. Blech. I just need someone to remind me that life doesn't suck. Within a few days I eventually ended up talking with mah Katrina. That helped. I guess its good to just know that you're not the only human being on the face of the planet.
Wednesday night I ended up going to the Bouncing Souls concert with Ross, Matt, Chris, Fred, Tommy, Tim and his friend Wally, and eventually Phil and Rob. The concert kicked arse! The bouncer dude at the door remembered me from last week when I went to the Lucky Boys Confusion concert which was good, because before then I was feeling kind of out of place since no one else had arrived yet. Let It Burn was the first band to play. Then followed Murphy's Law, Against Me, and then finally The Bouncing Souls. I love that band. Apparently they were recording for a new live album so they played a bunch of older stuff too. Supposedly there were a couple skin head fights during the concert but I didn't see 'em. Ross and Rob ended up thrown out of the concert by the second band because Rob gave Ross a sip of his beer right in FRONT of a SECURITY guy. Geniuses. It sucked... Ross had been waiting a long time to finally see the Souls. Oh, Wally caught a drum stick.
After the concert we went to Eckerd College to drop of Tim off at Phil's (his mom had to pick him up in the morning and go to Miami) and then Chris, Matt, Fred and I went back to USF to crash. They're all funny people and put me in an awesome mood. One of my roomies was sleeping on the floor of the living room with her boy toy (why she wasn't in her own room is beyond me...) so all four of us had to manage to sleep in my tiny room. It was tight quarters but Fred seemed to have no qualms about sleeping under the desk.
The next morning I had to drive 'em all back to Eckerd to pick up a car. We then all went back to New Puerto and to our respective houses... except for me. I went to Chris' house and did some homework and watched "Beautiful Girls." It was a good movie that I was able to watch with an awesome guy.
In the evening we, of course, all ended up hanging out at Starbucks. No surprise there, right? I actually enjoyed being there this time. I didn't feel like an outcast and felt like I some-what belonged. The guys carried on their usual conversations of bowl movements and pyromaniac tendencies while sipping on premier coffee and frapps. God bless America. Elvi was my only female confider but it was cool 'cause we seem to be getting along rather well. After being there for a while, something mentally odd happened to me. I became self conscious. I was sitting at the patio tables watching girl after girl after girl walk in and they all seemed so pretty. They wore perfect clothes that appeared to come straight out of either all-American stores or designer shops. The had shoes that matched their bags and hair perfectly placed with perfect color. They had no flaws. I wanted to barf when I thought about my not so perfect face and height and make-upless face. For a moment I wanted to be someone else. Anyone else. I knew that I usually tried to look socially acceptable with caked on make-up and "in style" clothes, but I seriously felt like shit.
Disgusting, scum of the earth, no-one-wants-to-look-at-you, P.O.S. -----
But then, someone walked through the Starbucks door and completely change my way of thinking. It was a girl I had met at Stephanie's house a while back and Tim had a shoot with. She was wearing normal clothes without caked on make-up. She wore her hair simple. She was beautiful but the only thing she seemed to want was a good time with her friends. That's the kind of person people need to be. She snapped me back to reality. If I really knew her, I'd thank her.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day too. Saturday, as well. Etc.
I went to Cancun from the middle of last week until the beginning of this week. I was working with a group from West Virgina that was having their business' state convention. The trip had the potential to be a really great time, but that vision was quickly squashed when I met the jerk-face boss man of the groupo. He seemed to do everything in his power to make sure that everything that I accomplished or worked on for the group be incorrect. Gah! I was so stressed out with some of the crap he was complaining about. Seriously though, he was in Cancun (aka. Almost Paradise) and all he did was sit in his ROOM and read a BOOK and find things to COMPLAIN about. What a waste of a vacation, in my opinion. Chris ended up coming with me (bless his soul) and had to deal with me running around like a lunatic. He attemed to keep me sane... it worked occasionally.
One day I spent at the airport waiting for flights to come in and greeting people in my group. It was hilarious dealing with Mexican (men) for seven hours. Everyone there seemed in shock that I couldn't speak Spanish and they certainly didn't belive me when I said I wasn't hispanic. Of course, that seemed to be a secondary shock to when they found out how young I was and that I was a woman. Women definitly get jipped in equality around that country.
Oh yeah, I taught Chris about the different types of tequila through a show-and-tell process.
::Me on the phone... Like I was 98.9% of the time::
::A shot of beautiful Cancun buildings. Food, Tequilla, Drugs, and a Club. What more could you ask for? j/k:::
::That was the view out of the hotel room balcony. Nice, eh?::
::Chris was sitting on a cliff::
::Really, he was. I like this shot::
::The water was really pretty:::
::The waves were pretty sweet too::
::I love Mexico::
Since being back from Cancun I've had massive stomach aches (which is a dumb thing to complain about and its NOT Mexican food/water related) and flat tires on my car. Blech. I just need someone to remind me that life doesn't suck. Within a few days I eventually ended up talking with mah Katrina. That helped. I guess its good to just know that you're not the only human being on the face of the planet.
Wednesday night I ended up going to the Bouncing Souls concert with Ross, Matt, Chris, Fred, Tommy, Tim and his friend Wally, and eventually Phil and Rob. The concert kicked arse! The bouncer dude at the door remembered me from last week when I went to the Lucky Boys Confusion concert which was good, because before then I was feeling kind of out of place since no one else had arrived yet. Let It Burn was the first band to play. Then followed Murphy's Law, Against Me, and then finally The Bouncing Souls. I love that band. Apparently they were recording for a new live album so they played a bunch of older stuff too. Supposedly there were a couple skin head fights during the concert but I didn't see 'em. Ross and Rob ended up thrown out of the concert by the second band because Rob gave Ross a sip of his beer right in FRONT of a SECURITY guy. Geniuses. It sucked... Ross had been waiting a long time to finally see the Souls. Oh, Wally caught a drum stick.
After the concert we went to Eckerd College to drop of Tim off at Phil's (his mom had to pick him up in the morning and go to Miami) and then Chris, Matt, Fred and I went back to USF to crash. They're all funny people and put me in an awesome mood. One of my roomies was sleeping on the floor of the living room with her boy toy (why she wasn't in her own room is beyond me...) so all four of us had to manage to sleep in my tiny room. It was tight quarters but Fred seemed to have no qualms about sleeping under the desk.
The next morning I had to drive 'em all back to Eckerd to pick up a car. We then all went back to New Puerto and to our respective houses... except for me. I went to Chris' house and did some homework and watched "Beautiful Girls." It was a good movie that I was able to watch with an awesome guy.
In the evening we, of course, all ended up hanging out at Starbucks. No surprise there, right? I actually enjoyed being there this time. I didn't feel like an outcast and felt like I some-what belonged. The guys carried on their usual conversations of bowl movements and pyromaniac tendencies while sipping on premier coffee and frapps. God bless America. Elvi was my only female confider but it was cool 'cause we seem to be getting along rather well. After being there for a while, something mentally odd happened to me. I became self conscious. I was sitting at the patio tables watching girl after girl after girl walk in and they all seemed so pretty. They wore perfect clothes that appeared to come straight out of either all-American stores or designer shops. The had shoes that matched their bags and hair perfectly placed with perfect color. They had no flaws. I wanted to barf when I thought about my not so perfect face and height and make-upless face. For a moment I wanted to be someone else. Anyone else. I knew that I usually tried to look socially acceptable with caked on make-up and "in style" clothes, but I seriously felt like shit.
Disgusting, scum of the earth, no-one-wants-to-look-at-you, P.O.S. -----
But then, someone walked through the Starbucks door and completely change my way of thinking. It was a girl I had met at Stephanie's house a while back and Tim had a shoot with. She was wearing normal clothes without caked on make-up. She wore her hair simple. She was beautiful but the only thing she seemed to want was a good time with her friends. That's the kind of person people need to be. She snapped me back to reality. If I really knew her, I'd thank her.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day too. Saturday, as well. Etc.