Okay, I am going to attempt to write and hope that the computer does not erase it. Right now the state of my mood: bored. It is hotter then a bakers buns´here in Batan Grande and right now there simply is not much work to do. I am bored. I am starting a ton of clubs for summer vacation. I have the dance taller, the adventure club, and I want to have an art club, and also an english club that is 30 minutes of learning english and 30 minutes of watching Grey´s anatomy. I forgot how obnoxious teenagers can be and now working with them I feel like I am entering a time of my life that I was happy to leave, just being around that much insecurity makes one also feel a little insecure. Anyways I keep thinking, what was it that made my adolescence bearable and actually kind of fun, and I come up with this answer. Soccer, it gave me something to be passionate about, confidence and friends, Therefore I am trying to create opportunities for these shit heads also. i think I will be happy when I develop some close friendships with them. It is just so hard, because I feel like they are so inhibited.
On another note, as some already know this story, I am sorry for retelling it.
I went to the river the other day to relax and read. I was swimming and I looked to my right and there was a boy sitting at a tree in his whitey tighteys watching me swim. (It is not as freaky as it sounds, males swim in there whity tighteys because as one can imagine swimming trunks is kind of a luxury) Anyways I got out and was drying off. He emerged from the bush and came up to me. Excuse me, he said, I need to tell you that I am in love with you. I responded, you are not in love with me, you don´t know me. he started explaining how he thinks it could work, and I inturrupted him to ask how old he is, 16 he said. I told him that he is too young for me. Then he asked the question, the shocker, he asked me , cuanto cobra, how much. i said, excuse me, what exactly are you refering to. He went on to explain and I told him that I am not a prostitute, and that I never wanted to see him or talk to him again. I packed up my things and left. I told my family, and they told me that it is dangerous to go to the rive alone, why they did not tall me that when I mencioned to them where I was going I dont know. The other thing I dont understand is what is this kid thinking. one moment he is telling me he loves me, the next that he wanted to pay me, anyways I gotta go, I am out of time on my computer.
On another note, as some already know this story, I am sorry for retelling it.
I went to the river the other day to relax and read. I was swimming and I looked to my right and there was a boy sitting at a tree in his whitey tighteys watching me swim. (It is not as freaky as it sounds, males swim in there whity tighteys because as one can imagine swimming trunks is kind of a luxury) Anyways I got out and was drying off. He emerged from the bush and came up to me. Excuse me, he said, I need to tell you that I am in love with you. I responded, you are not in love with me, you don´t know me. he started explaining how he thinks it could work, and I inturrupted him to ask how old he is, 16 he said. I told him that he is too young for me. Then he asked the question, the shocker, he asked me , cuanto cobra, how much. i said, excuse me, what exactly are you refering to. He went on to explain and I told him that I am not a prostitute, and that I never wanted to see him or talk to him again. I packed up my things and left. I told my family, and they told me that it is dangerous to go to the rive alone, why they did not tall me that when I mencioned to them where I was going I dont know. The other thing I dont understand is what is this kid thinking. one moment he is telling me he loves me, the next that he wanted to pay me, anyways I gotta go, I am out of time on my computer.
posted by Princeton Tigers at 2:37 PM
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Hey asshole. Stop posting garbage on my sister's blog.
Josh, somebody has to explain to Erin how to get rid of the spam..I don't know if i'm up for the challenge!..
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