My Guy

GUY IS HERE GUY IS HERE GUY IS HERE

when we were going to pick him up, I thought I was going to puke my pita pit. mmm pita pit.

but he's here now and i can't believe how happy I am.

unos dibujos buenos en mi nuevo cuaderno.

Es Buen Practica, Ok?

mi gallo está viniendo mañana. wooo!

jes y yo fuimos de compras por todo el dia hoy. Visitamos como... 6 lugares incluyendo el almuerzo a Krency's donde comimos comida gratis gracias a Breck. le quiero breck. supuestamente, breck ha quierdo ser un parte de los SMF desde tenía 15 años. ya ya ya... devolví muchísimas cosas a Gap, Claire's y WalMart y Jes y yo tuvimos certificados de regalo a Old Navy y Target respectivamente.Jes compró botas y su cámara digital nueva. Breck nos acompañó a PaperMart para compar los adornos para la fiesta del año nuevo. todo es metálico. Compré un Moleskine como Jes y empecé a dibujar y escribir citas de la noche. Me gustan mis dibujos hasta el momento.

adam pasó tiempo con nosotros esta noche! hooray!

hicimos videos musicales. shit.

En Español

estaba disfrutando mi tiempo a casa con mi mama y mis amigos. es un poquito loco que estoy aqui en los estados unidos y no en mexico. le extraño guy mucho y no puedo esperar más a su regreso a mi lado. a pasar tiempo con él y mis amigos será increible. A ver sus interacciones y cual parecidos tengan. EEP! No tengo problema con la amiga de Guy, Alex, pero ella quiere más tiempo con él (que él les acompaña a NYC, algo así) que quitaría mi tiempo con mi novio. Sí, soy egoísta, pero no soy una ciudadana de inglaterra, por eso, no puedo visitarle en cuba (gracias embargo) y no vivo en el mismo país y mucho menos el mismo ciudad para verle cuandoquiera. Quiero tanto tiempo como que pueda tener. Así no importa. Él va a venir el domingo a las 6 en la noche.

Voy a empezar un programa de salud y mejor personal en general, se llama Maggie 4.0. Cada siete años, el cuerpo ha regenerado todo de las celulas. Es decir que está una persona completamente diferente fisicamente. Por lo tanto, quiero que mi cuarto cuerpo o epoca de mi vida sea la epoca de la salud mejor y los hábitos buenos. Necesito comprar un cuaderno para escribir listas, projectos etc y para dibujar que es bastante pequeño que puedo llevarle conmigo la mayoria del tiempo.

metas:
obra de arte cada semana
ejercicio diario
dieta saludable y regular
ética laboral (trabajo antes de la diversion)
practica mi español

ya ya es bueno

platiqué con noah hoy. me alegró mucho especialmente para oír como estaban los amigos y que pasó durante mi tiempo afuera.

What Do You See When You Turn Out The Light?

Dear lord in heaven, I haven't posted but once while I was in Mexico. Internet became a hot commodity. I was always thinking, "what do I have to do? what needs getting done?". The blog, sadly, was at the bottom of the list... especially because the computers at the EEE (escuela para estudiantes extranjeros) blocked this site and myspace. The EEE was kind of a joke. My classes were so easy that I think my brain stopped function and I felt like i was wasting my time. Everyone in my class was a foreigner who probably spoke good english so there wasn't a lot of interaction with real mexican students, especially since the EEE was pretty far from the actual UV campuses. I did learn in my history class though. I know my teacher, Mauricio, didn't think that he was doing a good job with a bunch of foreigners, but I really enjoyed what I learned and thought he was a cool guy. My spanish still sucks though.

life was good in mexico. xalapa is trying to be the little city that could. it's fairly safe, except those zetas (where were they anyway?), but it's like never ending tightly packed suburbia... there really is no true center unless you count that parque juarez is close to the cathedral and a plaza about the size of a basketball court. But it became mundane and in being so, was a sort of home. I had two houses- the one with my family in a neighborhood tucked by the satellite University of Veracruz campus for the humanities and guy's- a little apartment up an off ramp, across railroad tracks, up a flight of stairs and through a white metal gate. Guy slept in a little shack attached to the living room. Melen and Simon (the frenchies) slept in an actual bedroom that had hairy white mold on the wall and led to the shower. I cooked a lot at Guy's house. He had to convince me twice, but I did fall in love with him. I told jake that I finally feel like I'm in a reciprocal relationship and it's amazing. We both were looking for somone that was sane and would make us feel sane. He's my funny love. I don't know what I'm going to do when he's in Cuba and I won't be able to talk to him let alone see him for months and months... maybe years. Where it will go, nobody knows.

My house family was amazing. I feel like they could have been my real family/were my family. Lidia, my host mom, would dance and cook. We'd talk about politics, buddhism and family. My host sisters, Marce, 19, and Tani, 16, were great. I gave them english classes sometimes on pronunciation and told them about the history of ska. My host dad wasn't around a lot because he had to work. I don't know how great our relationship was because I would be gone a lot with Guy and I don't think he approved/I didn't always express myself correctly therefore I think he got some twisted ideas about my ideas, especially about politics and society. overall, I loved them to pieces and was so glad to be able to live with them and get to know them. I want to stay in contact and see them again.

I'm having trouble sometimes remembering easy english words that were natural to spit out in spanish. I was addressing people at the airport in spanish.

But dear god, it's good to be home.