soulmate

 

“veritaserum”

Crazy 2: but theres nothing wrong with being a hopeless romantic…

Crazy 2: or…

Crazy 2: a skeptical romantic attracted to hopeless situations?

Crazy 2: i must say, i think I used to be a lot of the latter

Crazy 2: and now im just a sex addict

Crazy 2: and have no romantic emotions

Crazy 2: im only half kidding

Crazy 1: i think i´m almost there, seriously

Crazy 2: i wish i wasnt there

Crazy 2: but oh well, for now getting somewhere in life takes precedence

Crazy 2: once im on my journey maybe ill allow a few detours haha

 

unabashed

Somehow I happened upon a show called “Sunset Tan” yesterday, and as I sat on my very uncomfortable couch downstairs, I could not believe my eyes. A. Why in the hell are they showing the goings on of a freaking tanning salon in California, what could POSSIBLY be that interesting? B. If these people were not acting in this reality show, I fear for them, I really do. But mostly I fear for our country as a whole, because it was astounding, their stupidity. I know that sounds harsh, and maybe it is, but Dios Mio, I really couldn´t fathom what I was seeing. I think the biggest concern I was left with, was C. There probably, no most certainly, ARE people who like the show for more than the simple pleasure and wonderment that comes from observing such a strange subculture. For me it was more like watching that accident happen that you know you shouldn´t; nevertheless, you can´t help but stare. And I did for a few, until I needed to check on Mamatica´s pasta.

Looks like the bus to Nicaragua is only about $60 round trip, assuming of course that we can buy today and go tomorrow without more reservation notice.

Michelle Obama is at UF on Wednesday. I bet that will be fun. I was proud of my Jacksonville residing aunt who after I sent her a somewhat passive aggressive email regarding her Obama chain letter. She, a very northern Florida (might as well be Georgia) minded person, is very anti-Obama, but nonetheless said she respected my choice and hoped that my ballot would get here so that I too can vote. With two weeks left in the race, I´m doubting that either the mail system, or the Republican controlled government of Florida will ensure that I get it on time.

In fact, I might even be red flagged due to my treatment of the Secretary of State´s office that first week in August when I had to march up to the capital three days before my flight in order to secure my paperwork. After having driven four hours, then given the wrong directions by people IN THE OFFICE, I was fuming as I walked in that door to the seven ladies lined up in cubicles. Then, when I tried to fetch the authenticated paperwork (that I had called about on a daily basis for at least a week, each time to the same response that they just hadn´t gotten to it) and they told me, “Oh, well shoot, we just sent that in the mail today,” (I had been waiting three weeks for the stupid authentication in order to obtain a Visa) I lost it, in the most polite way possible, of course. I glanced up and down the aisle, and told all of them exactly what I thought. (Which wasn´t very highly of them (not personally, but professionally), their office, the state of Florida as a whole. I was hungry, tired, had to get back to Gainesville in four hours to start work, my cell phone had died, I´d spent 60 in gas, not to mention the overnighting of the paperwork to begin with, it was hot, and to make matters only worse, they treated me like some sort of child when I told them I wanted a new one authenticated.) When they offered for me to pay another ten dollars for the second authentication, I said, as cooly as possible that, “I´m sorry, but I´ve spent quite enough money for their stamping approval of my background check, and I am sure that there was a way that it could get done without another ten dollars.” They told me the computer wouldn´t let them past the initial screen without a check number, and I said, “I bet the state of Florida has a Checkbook, and I think you can use that.” When they said no, I called for the superior and within minutes was granted my blasted authentication and walked out, chin high, knowing that I´d won the battle, but would inevitably lose the war against the great bureaucracies of the United States.

Only to add to the superb conversations in Spanish class, was yesterday´s game. Some sort of card game about the inscrupulous, wherein you ask hypothetical questions from the cards, and you do it strategically so that you ask people who will be most likely to give the answer that you want, which is a random card with either yes, no, or depende written on it. By far the best question we came across was about obsene sexual acts with a partner. Our teacher, David asked me the question, assuming he´d get one answer, and then (because if the person doesn´t answer how you want them to, you add makeshift hypotheticals to try and make them crack) as he continued on further and further my sunburn was completely hidden until finally he gave up. It was HILARIOUS and regardless of what ANYONE says, I think I bring a lot to that class, if for no other reason than to make the teacher laugh. And if you ask me, that is as good a reason as any.

Beginning to wonder and sort of worry about how many extra bags, extra pounds will accompany me back into the states. Definitely puts a damper on me buying that hookah to bring back.

Ankles sore today after the run, I think.

My mind is still at Mayo.

Talking about marriage yesterday with two others who know they´ll be married later as well, and realized I have yet to convince myself that human beings are or at least, can be, monogomous. Feeling like this is a crucial understanding or realization that I have not reached.

Funny how powerful memories are, can be. From people, emotions, experiences, traditions, ideas that you want to let go of, right down to stupid things like the bulllying from gradeschool; they are far stronger than I think I´ve ever realized. In divulging the painful, abhorred names I was called in elementary school and beyond, I could actually feel a singe of pain, though it´s been years since I´ve been subject to that sort of outright criticism. I felt a little better knowing that throughout middle and high school, other girls had been the targets of some cruelty of their own. I don´t know if it was misery loving company, or just the knowledge of the universality of mean girls.

We´ve been blessed with some beautiful weather the past two days, like the rainbow after Noah´s Ark, I feel.