Monday, January 31, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair."
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Anyway, Sydney, the girl who runs it, does this thing called “Awkward and Awesome Thursday,” where she lists the awkwardness/awesomeness of the week.
I love lists.
Awkward moments define my life.
And of course, awesomeness is sprinkled in there too (as you know from my happy list Mondays).
So here we go.
*living in an apartment where the walls are paper thin. That includes bathroom walls. Ick.
*last night, in order to avoid being accosted by the plethora of Latin Lovers which came out of the woodwork when I walked down the street, I latched onto a woman with a baby. I walked pretty close to her, which I think freaked her out, and made her walk even faster. So much for Mexican hospitality.
*being one of 12 white people at a party (the rest were Mexicans, obviously) and having them stare at us incredulously when we started dancing. That bad, huh?
*leaving aforementioned party with an entire leftover cake for my roommates and I to share and getting weird looks from a few people. “Yes, it’s all for me. I’m on the LGFC diet.” (FYI, that’s the “Look Good Fully Clothed” Diet).
*when the people you live with eat your food and they know it…and you know they know it…so when you see them next, you give them the hairy eyeball, and they pretend like they don’t know, but they know. Oh, and that entire sentence was awkward.
*Using the wrong verb in Spanish and thus turning a normal, everyday comment into a really dirty one. Sorry, my bad.
*that cake we brought home is dericious. So is the salsa verde and the guacamole. I could drink it, it’s so good.
*discovering old music on the iPod that hasn’t been in heavy rotation for a long time.
*getting a tan in January. Benefits of living in Mexico, Part 210.
*that little cheek-touch, kiss-in-the-air thing that Mexicans do when they greet you/say goodbye. I just like it, that’s all.
*Alma 37. Go read it. Right now, okay?!
*I can’t believe I am confessing to this. But last night I spent a good amount of time on this website. It’s pretty cool, I think.
*discovering poems which I wrote freshman year. Like this one, containing some of my favorite words:
The swath began and ended
At the fire hydrant
Limbs were bruised
From the pelting rain
I could have bulldozed
The answers out of him
But didn’t bother
Because of the iron grip
He held on with both
Because of that quixotic
Happiness I felt for him
Did I ever weep?
Why, no, I did not climb
Those steep stairs enough
Not enough to
Cause me to tremble
Pouring onto the hideaway
Was the sadness
But I couldn’t guess
What the reason was for the
And this concludes my awkward and awesome post. Adios, my friends.