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I give a lot of information about myself here, but I'm supposed to remain anonymous. I figure none of you care enough to go to great lengths to figure out who I actually am. I'm at a boarding school. I think in an idealised fashion. Like most people my age, I've decided I'm more fucked up than I actually am. I like texts at midnight but I like getting letters more. I'm more intelligent than I appear on this blog, but I don't try as hard as I need to. I like boys. Try not to expect too much from me, I'm also a total flake.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Cliffs Notes- Spain

Okay, so everything I have to say about Spain is really quick because as you may have guessed, I am still lazy. Therefore I'm not going to take the time I should to write about events in Spain. I will give you a quick overview though :).


+Cam & I shared friendly pecks about twenty times.
+I got into an argument with my teacher (to the point where I started yelling and hyperventilating)
+Apparently Henry called and texted me multiple times while I was in Spain.
+Gage kissed a couple of ninth graders on the plane
+Barbie broke up with Gage
+That same night, Gage made out with a ninth grader three times
+Two days before the trip was over, Barbie & Gage reconnected.
+I met a bartender in his late twenties who still doesn't know how old I am
+I ate snails (shrieking each time... which probably gets a little annoying after 20 snails)
+My teacher called me desperate
+I met about twenty people
+I actually started talking to some people who I haven't spoken to all year
+I made connections with ninth graders
+I have an obsession with Portuguese tour guides named Tiago

That may be it.

Oh, well I have a cheerful anecdote for you to take with you after you're done reading this post:

In Barcelona, I met a group of people in our hotel. Basically, we sat outside in my hallway talking for about two hours. One of the kids started smoking and then was like, "Yeah, I haven't smoked pot in about a week". I didn't really know how to respond (our school is MEGA straightedge) so I went, "GOOD JOB! (enthusiastic thumbs up, smile w/ mouth open)".
Then, the girl went, "Yeah, I stopped smoking about a month ago. Turns out the pot my dealer was selling me was laced with coke". This totally freaked me out. Which explains my next reaction, "Oh, darn-o!"


Hope this brightened your day.

2 comments:

Sydney said...

would you plese check the lady log?

it's important.

cady said...

Ahaha. The drug thing. I make a lot of jokes about me being high/stoned/using, etc., but I'm clean. It's hilarious, though.

ChEErs.