Back in the USSR! . . . sigh!
Hey everybody! I just got back last night from my trip to Helsinki and Stockholm with my friend Dagmar from Austria where we met some Finish guys who had the pent house suite with a sauna and hot tub, in which I got naked, in the boat we road on in the Baltic Sea! That is the coolest sentence ever. But you know how things that you can brag about sound so much better than they actually were?
Fact: Dagmar is prettier than me, in fact way prettier and it is usually really cool because I get to meet people when we go out who would have just looked right over me (wow that sounds less cool when I write it down, but you know what I mean).
Fact: I know this but can pretty much forget about it when the boys we are with at least try a little to make me feel pretty. . . and when I have been drinking. (this also sounds horrible when I write it down).
Well-known Fact: No one wants to be the fat/ugly girl. But I usually really don't care when I am just in a normal situation when we aren't at a club or in some bar on a cruise ship meeting 26-31 year old Finish people.
The Finish Men: They were all over 26 years old and were really hairy and might I say not exactly in the best shape(which all of you know doesn't bother me).
The Hot Tub: When I was in the hot tub with them and Dagmar was in the other room, one of them came in and said something in Finish. I had it translated for me into "You've got the wrong girl in there with you," or something like that. I feel like I should have left right then and just gone back to our small cabin to sleep, but I decided to stay and try to take it the non-bitchy way. The shitty thing was that none of them said anything to refute what the one guy had said. Even if it was lies, complete bull-shit it would at least have been nice to hear a "oh, yeah, but your not that ugly, you'd be kind of cute if you lost some weight." actually what I really would have liked to hear would have been "Every one has a more atractive friend, I feel the same way about what's-his-face. . . blah blah blah."
Actually the shitty thing is that I care right now and I am actually sad. I really don't care usually. It's not a big deal, but when you have it shuved in your face I would just rather go home and sleep.
I'm coming to America in Febuary to audition for college, and I'm not going to get in, because my monologues suck, because I suck, because I want to talk to barbara, because I miss my mommy.
please don't write that I am pretty and fuck the finish. That's not what I need to hear. But thanks anyway.
Fact: Dagmar is prettier than me, in fact way prettier and it is usually really cool because I get to meet people when we go out who would have just looked right over me (wow that sounds less cool when I write it down, but you know what I mean).
Fact: I know this but can pretty much forget about it when the boys we are with at least try a little to make me feel pretty. . . and when I have been drinking. (this also sounds horrible when I write it down).
Well-known Fact: No one wants to be the fat/ugly girl. But I usually really don't care when I am just in a normal situation when we aren't at a club or in some bar on a cruise ship meeting 26-31 year old Finish people.
The Finish Men: They were all over 26 years old and were really hairy and might I say not exactly in the best shape(which all of you know doesn't bother me).
The Hot Tub: When I was in the hot tub with them and Dagmar was in the other room, one of them came in and said something in Finish. I had it translated for me into "You've got the wrong girl in there with you," or something like that. I feel like I should have left right then and just gone back to our small cabin to sleep, but I decided to stay and try to take it the non-bitchy way. The shitty thing was that none of them said anything to refute what the one guy had said. Even if it was lies, complete bull-shit it would at least have been nice to hear a "oh, yeah, but your not that ugly, you'd be kind of cute if you lost some weight." actually what I really would have liked to hear would have been "Every one has a more atractive friend, I feel the same way about what's-his-face. . . blah blah blah."
Actually the shitty thing is that I care right now and I am actually sad. I really don't care usually. It's not a big deal, but when you have it shuved in your face I would just rather go home and sleep.
I'm coming to America in Febuary to audition for college, and I'm not going to get in, because my monologues suck, because I suck, because I want to talk to barbara, because I miss my mommy.
please don't write that I am pretty and fuck the finish. That's not what I need to hear. But thanks anyway.