hella clumsy en español
so it had been a few days since the whole ok...thing and i was kickin it with a few estudiantes, when one of them said, oh theres Natalia, and i was like im not even gonna turn around, she thinks im a scary stalker already..
so then the other student says oh thats a cute coat, and i just cant take it anymore, i whirl around, tripping over somebodys backpack, landing on the sidewalk with a scraped knee while los chicos attempt to stop laughing and ask if im alright..
scaped my knee and got myself a huge bruise to match the one on my other knee from tripping in the shower over dental floss that i forgot to put back in the cabinet.
i know its my own damn fault...
and what kinda freak flosses in the shower? me thats what kind. my bathroom cold as hell and i dont wanna be kickin it in there if i aint under hot water..
then a few days later i got a chance to wear my beautiful new boots, lamentablemente my ass was way too tired to really appreciate the fact that i looked damn good that day..i had to finish registering my visa and it was the very last day to get my ass into the registro civil, so i decided to go down there before a ten am class cause id already heard horror stories about waiting in long long lines and couldnt take no chances...
well i got lost on the way, but finally found the place with all the appropriate papers and copies of everything in my backpack. this is a take a number and then wait sorta place, better than a line..
so my number flashes and i go behind the little partition where the clerk tells me i didnt call you, i have a camera! im not really sure what his point is exactly so i go back to waiting, the next desk that comes free i walz in, after all my number is flashing on the little screen, well the clerk says i havent called you and im like oh, uh..i have confusion, thats my number..the clerk is like yeah i havent called you, im like uh huh, sorry but, there is someone here who is going to call me? and shes like yeah right away and im all ok sorry...
anyway the shiny boots didnt help me lograr a decent picture for my official cedula...i look like a wolfman cause the frame is close and shows just face and loads of hair...
so then at school that same day i run into la you know who for the first time since the whole you might just be a creepy stalker incident...im pretty tired and fucked up but can vaguely appreciate that at least im wearing the boots...not much of an interaction, i mostly try to not look directly at her lovely almond eyes...like lookin into the sun that shit can blind ya...
then this last weekend i was out dancing when accosted by a beefy chilean whose t shirt said police, who told me repeatedly while trying to dance way too close and stepping on my already disgruntled toes "i am hot sexy latin, no?" (NO!!!!) and other slick lines such as "you are pretty woman" and "i am personal trainer" yeah...
had to run away, and im not even exagerating about that one...after refusing a coke for like the third time trying to explain about what up in columbia en español, to which the overly beefy but short chilean responded "we are in chile, toma un coca cola!!!" ummmm yeah.
lil jen and i hatched a roomate needs her keys and we gotta lavarlas a ella plan while hiding in el baño waiting for beefy chilean and his friend beefy tambien to go away...and it sorta worked after lots of we gotta go no really we have to leave no you definitely cant come...
so the days are going by with no email from natalia, tampoco from finaid...
im trying to read a book of poetry, a novel, and several articles en español with no noticable success...
then yesterday the pics i ordered from my online album arrived, and just as i was about to put them all on my walls, i mean i papered my frickin walls so that you see all these faces walking in...
all kinda j and ra and cheets and v and kerm and lempke and the kids and coworkers...
i check my email to find a note from natalia saying sorry shes been busy and whats my schedule this week and we still need to get a coffee and she says i copied the style of your picture, tell me if its similar...and attaches a smarmy cute self portrait como la de yo ...
and i run downstairs to put up pics of my peeps singin she loves me yeah yeah yeah....
so then the other student says oh thats a cute coat, and i just cant take it anymore, i whirl around, tripping over somebodys backpack, landing on the sidewalk with a scraped knee while los chicos attempt to stop laughing and ask if im alright..
scaped my knee and got myself a huge bruise to match the one on my other knee from tripping in the shower over dental floss that i forgot to put back in the cabinet.
i know its my own damn fault...
and what kinda freak flosses in the shower? me thats what kind. my bathroom cold as hell and i dont wanna be kickin it in there if i aint under hot water..
then a few days later i got a chance to wear my beautiful new boots, lamentablemente my ass was way too tired to really appreciate the fact that i looked damn good that day..i had to finish registering my visa and it was the very last day to get my ass into the registro civil, so i decided to go down there before a ten am class cause id already heard horror stories about waiting in long long lines and couldnt take no chances...
well i got lost on the way, but finally found the place with all the appropriate papers and copies of everything in my backpack. this is a take a number and then wait sorta place, better than a line..
so my number flashes and i go behind the little partition where the clerk tells me i didnt call you, i have a camera! im not really sure what his point is exactly so i go back to waiting, the next desk that comes free i walz in, after all my number is flashing on the little screen, well the clerk says i havent called you and im like oh, uh..i have confusion, thats my number..the clerk is like yeah i havent called you, im like uh huh, sorry but, there is someone here who is going to call me? and shes like yeah right away and im all ok sorry...
anyway the shiny boots didnt help me lograr a decent picture for my official cedula...i look like a wolfman cause the frame is close and shows just face and loads of hair...
so then at school that same day i run into la you know who for the first time since the whole you might just be a creepy stalker incident...im pretty tired and fucked up but can vaguely appreciate that at least im wearing the boots...not much of an interaction, i mostly try to not look directly at her lovely almond eyes...like lookin into the sun that shit can blind ya...
then this last weekend i was out dancing when accosted by a beefy chilean whose t shirt said police, who told me repeatedly while trying to dance way too close and stepping on my already disgruntled toes "i am hot sexy latin, no?" (NO!!!!) and other slick lines such as "you are pretty woman" and "i am personal trainer" yeah...
had to run away, and im not even exagerating about that one...after refusing a coke for like the third time trying to explain about what up in columbia en español, to which the overly beefy but short chilean responded "we are in chile, toma un coca cola!!!" ummmm yeah.
lil jen and i hatched a roomate needs her keys and we gotta lavarlas a ella plan while hiding in el baño waiting for beefy chilean and his friend beefy tambien to go away...and it sorta worked after lots of we gotta go no really we have to leave no you definitely cant come...
so the days are going by with no email from natalia, tampoco from finaid...
im trying to read a book of poetry, a novel, and several articles en español with no noticable success...
then yesterday the pics i ordered from my online album arrived, and just as i was about to put them all on my walls, i mean i papered my frickin walls so that you see all these faces walking in...
all kinda j and ra and cheets and v and kerm and lempke and the kids and coworkers...
i check my email to find a note from natalia saying sorry shes been busy and whats my schedule this week and we still need to get a coffee and she says i copied the style of your picture, tell me if its similar...and attaches a smarmy cute self portrait como la de yo ...
and i run downstairs to put up pics of my peeps singin she loves me yeah yeah yeah....
6 Comments:
At 3:55 PM, Rachel R. said…
she the only one im a let slide on the whole tank top over long sleeve thing. she get to do and wear whatever the hell she want. ;)
At 8:13 AM, Jeff Pollet said…
Sweet mother of god she's cute...and the whole copying your picture thing, um, well, that's just more cute than one person ought to get to do, if you ask me.
(I still like the story of you tripping over the backpack, even if it means you bruised your knee; I'm sorry.)
At 9:25 AM, Jennifer said…
hey wolfman--
i vaguely remember you telling me the 'i am hot sexy latin' story over the phone... ahh, la sangria.
congrats on the precioso smarmi-osa! yea she is cute. you better hope she never stumbles across this page and sees her own image framed by lots of pink and talk of beautiful boots, cause then you'll be back to dah-dah-daaah: stalker status.
send pics of the photo covered walls :) and of the boots. of course.
love you miss you love you miss you love you miss you
te extrano ra...
At 10:49 AM, Rachel R. said…
she aint got tooo much english, i fwded my blog to some estudiantes and they was all, profesora not on that email list right? what am i braindead? clumsy, furry, smarmy...but moronic..no sirreeeee
pics of walls await uploading..
At 8:00 AM, Jeff Pollet said…
Plus, you KNOW you'll be wearing a tank top over a long-sleeved shirt by the time you come back...
At 9:29 AM, Rachel R. said…
i have already given several people permission, nay required that should i be seen thus attired that they should slap some sense into me or send my ass home to change.
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