Upside Down

TL; DR: Snails are also called winkles apparently.

Estoy de goma.

Hoy aprendí.

No importa dónde me muevo, los problemas siguen. Espero que escuchar a mis amigos. Ellos trataron de ayudar. Puedo verla ahora. Demasiado tarde.
Pienso que ocho horas cada dia para aprender español es mas de lo que puedo tomar.

Hoy aprendí nada los viejos no lo saben.

Espero que mi español va a mejorar.

BACK TO ENGLISH WEEEEEEEeeeeeeee not as exciting as I was hoping for. Shit looks so much better in a foreign language and italics. Bolígrafo.

I feel like it's been a while since I've updated this blog, but in actuality it's only been two days. I think the main cause of this phenomena is the fact that I don't actually post what I have been up to.

Which is the damn reason I bothered to set up a blog. Defenestrating reason.

I'm not even going to bother formatting what I've been up to. In fact, they won't even be in chronological order. All the days seem to blur together anyways.

I am down to four packs of cigarettes out of the initial nine that I brought on the flight here.

Got sunburned on my nose and started to worry that I was getting a drunk nose. Children's television causes undue stress on me. Bastards.
Still job hunting. A few places said that if I wanted to work at their bars I could. I do like getting paid to hang around a place a frequent vs. not getting paid to deal with children. Still not sure why I'm sticking to the volunteer thing yet.
Went out with the other volunteers to do fund-raising stuff despite not being a volunteer quite yet.
My homework is to write a story in spanish. My chosen subject matter is the jefes at the NGO. And their deaths. The main jefe asked me if he bothered me. Of course he didn't. He's actually quite a character. I think he's cool. I guess it is a bit strange to write a story in Spanish about somebody else's death. One of my more socially unaware moments. Speed.
Didn't end up doing fund-raising stuff. Ended up dancing on the bar and getting tequila poured down my throat by the bartender. Class act. On the bright side, I had something to talk about with my spanish teacher the morning after.
I don't know where to buy pepper spray in this town.
The not-so-bright side of that night was the volunteer coordinator fired me three times. I haven't even started volunteering.
Met some people that like Mass Effect! That's not special. A lot of sheep do.
You know what's cool? Speed.
I took a picture of some strays.
I've been practicing my poi and getting back into the swing of things. dunduntsk
He still wants me to be a part of their new English program.
My arm looked pretty gnarly when some hot oil splashed on it. It hurt. Like burns do.
I went to a chocolate museum and had some hot chocolate. MAYAN STYLE.
I tried to take a picture of a boy crying his eyes out while laying in a bed of herbs. Like any white (pink-haired) lady who wants to take a picture of someone's child, I asked the vender first, "Puedo sacar un photo de su niño?" She proceeds to pick him up by the hand and stand him up. I no longer even wanted to take the picture, but I took one because might as well. Ended up LAME.
Which is even more surprising because there is a small chance I pointed a knife at his throat.
You know the secret to learning Spanish at eight in the morning? Speed.
His reasoning? He hopes I can channel the energy I had dancing that night into teaching Pre-K children English. Granted he did say that they would need to control me. LAME.
I took a picture of some ducklings. Still can't get one as a pet, but when my father leaves I found a kitten connect. I miss my cat back home. I need one here. Blahblahblah responsibility, they live long, etc.

I initially tried to do this without spaces.
Stupid thumbs and muscle memory.

I'm not sure if I can handle six months here. I actually made one friend though! He gave me flowers.
Think I might fly back home for a couple days just to say hola to my cat.

Song currently stuck in my head: Sia - Breathe Me