Nothing too exciting has been going on since we went to the Mompiche last weekend.
Okay, Mompiche was amazing. It srs was paradise. It took us about eleven hours to get there (we left Quito at 1030PM and got there at 930AM), but the bus rides weren't too painful or expensive, so it was all good. I had never been to the Pacific Ocean before, so that made it all the more exciting. We went for a walk on the beach, took naps, went swimming and boogieboarding...
We made a lot of, er, interesting friends, too, from Ecua, Peru, Austria and who knows where else. One dude in particular, from Peru, wanted to know all the ways to say "to vomit" in English, which was so funny. Puke, barf, yak, throw up, blow chunks, toss cookies ("you know, like lanzar galletas!!")... he loved them all. Eli, Scott, Annie, and I were champions of tolerance because of the lower altitude.
Living in a music-less universe--to put it mildly--blows fucking ass. I can't wait till my compy gets here so I can resume my life of music snobbery (and Arrested Development). Whenever I get a chance to go on a computer, I immediately do to YouTube and listen to whatever first comes to mind. Right now, it's "Little Garcon" by Born Ruffians, and before that, it was "I Thank You" by Sam and Dave, and "A Cause de Garcones" by Yelle (Why there are so many little French boys in my musical world today, I have no idea. Maybe I'll listen to "Mon Petit Ami" by April March next...).
Today was about 80degrees and blindingly sunny. Just had to rub it in.
Annie, Bess, and I are going to Otavalo (again!) tomorrow morning, but only for the day. I want to buy a hammock and a sweater and some weird religious art (which, I assure you, there is no shortage of). We're leaving at 630AM, so no going out tonight. That's okay, I suppose, because last night we went out hard, heh heh. Wherever we go in La Mariscal, we always end up dancing at Huaina, where all the drunken gringos meet up at the end of the night to dance to the likes of DMX, Michael Jackson, and whoever sings The Macarena. Last night was sillier than usual, and we had a hilariously goofy time at Warholic, then Psycho (duh), then we met up with a million people and danced till 3AM at Huaina.
Maybe I should start doing homework... eh. I don't really want to. I know I'll be kicking myself for it later, but honestly, I'm totally burnt out on school. I don't want to go anymore, blah.
I shouldn't procrastinate anymore.
Peace out.
Gina.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Girls just wanna...
Hey everybody!
I've been super flaky about posting on this thing lately, and just as well, I have a million gazillion things to report.
My birthday was the Best Birthday Ever. I awoke to find that Rita had decorated my door and my place at the table with streamers and balloons, and I had a present from her waiting for me as well. I sat down to eat my breakfast and noticed a smaller present off to the side... from José. And I lost it. I swear to you all, the first thing I did on the morning of my twentieth birthday was cry like a baby into my fruit salad.
After school, Annie came home with me for almuerzo and Daniel, Rosita, Annie, and I ate birthday tacos together. Then we ate cake and watched Daniel play Mario Strikers. Then Annie and I goofed around with Rosita and finally it was time to hit the town. Well, actually it was time to hit Annie's house and play zombies/bombs/sneak-dragon with her little brothers and sister (ages 9, 3, and zero).
After a few hours of total unadulterated silliness, Annie and I met up with (e)Scott and we headed to--you guessed it--Psycho! From there, the night descends into madness: bar hopping, Cuba libres, illegal after-hours bar (the cops came!!), almost-boyfriend-Patricio (you had to be there), billiards, Pilsener, and good--no, great--friends. I got home at 5AM.
That's birthday in a nutshell. I would go into more detail but... whoops, I don't remember the details. Hahaha.
I've been making a lot of friends lately:
- Patricio-almost-boyfriend-from-Psycho
- Juan-Carlos-at-the-gas-station
- Carlos-who-works-on-the-corner-of-Rusia-and-Eloy-Alfaro-guarding-cars
- Edgar-who-took-me-out-for-coffee-after-we-met-at-the-internet-café-and-now-wants-to-take-me-places.
They-re all men. Coincidence? I should think not!
I'm also doing MAD BONDING with José and Daniel. Last night was the best night yet-- we talked about our friends (José wants to date my friends and I want to to date his), drinking games, school, etc. I really, really love them both. Daniel and I are going to play beer pong together, and José is going to host some kind of American Idol type show to find the right gringa for him.
Today I'm going to the beach with Annie, Scott, and Scott's girlfriend Eli. No school tomorrow due to Guayaquil's independence day, or something! Beach beach beach! In OCTOBER!! Muahahahaha, I bet it's already snowing in Michigan...
Love you all,
Gina.
I've been super flaky about posting on this thing lately, and just as well, I have a million gazillion things to report.
My birthday was the Best Birthday Ever. I awoke to find that Rita had decorated my door and my place at the table with streamers and balloons, and I had a present from her waiting for me as well. I sat down to eat my breakfast and noticed a smaller present off to the side... from José. And I lost it. I swear to you all, the first thing I did on the morning of my twentieth birthday was cry like a baby into my fruit salad.
After school, Annie came home with me for almuerzo and Daniel, Rosita, Annie, and I ate birthday tacos together. Then we ate cake and watched Daniel play Mario Strikers. Then Annie and I goofed around with Rosita and finally it was time to hit the town. Well, actually it was time to hit Annie's house and play zombies/bombs/sneak-dragon with her little brothers and sister (ages 9, 3, and zero).
After a few hours of total unadulterated silliness, Annie and I met up with (e)Scott and we headed to--you guessed it--Psycho! From there, the night descends into madness: bar hopping, Cuba libres, illegal after-hours bar (the cops came!!), almost-boyfriend-Patricio (you had to be there), billiards, Pilsener, and good--no, great--friends. I got home at 5AM.
That's birthday in a nutshell. I would go into more detail but... whoops, I don't remember the details. Hahaha.
I've been making a lot of friends lately:
- Patricio-almost-boyfriend-from-Psycho
- Juan-Carlos-at-the-gas-station
- Carlos-who-works-on-the-corner-of-Rusia-and-Eloy-Alfaro-guarding-cars
- Edgar-who-took-me-out-for-coffee-after-we-met-at-the-internet-café-and-now-wants-to-take-me-places.
They-re all men. Coincidence? I should think not!
I'm also doing MAD BONDING with José and Daniel. Last night was the best night yet-- we talked about our friends (José wants to date my friends and I want to to date his), drinking games, school, etc. I really, really love them both. Daniel and I are going to play beer pong together, and José is going to host some kind of American Idol type show to find the right gringa for him.
Today I'm going to the beach with Annie, Scott, and Scott's girlfriend Eli. No school tomorrow due to Guayaquil's independence day, or something! Beach beach beach! In OCTOBER!! Muahahahaha, I bet it's already snowing in Michigan...
Love you all,
Gina.
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