Nyar.
I`s depressed, I is.
Had a pretty good morning. The guys are still in Salta, so I wandered around town for a couple hours. Churches make good landmarks as long as you make sure there`s a steeple, otherwise it might just be a pretty wall. Also, I can`t ask directions by them, as I know them by names such as Stoney Gray Chuch or Pointy White Church, when they are in fact known to most as San Lorenzo or San Francisco. But still. And I had not one, but three foodstuffs. Salteñas (not Saltines, but that`s what I used to think that`s what they were too. they are in fact bits of meat, egg, potato, and non-spicy spices wrapped in a pastry-like substance in an oval-like shape.) and cotton candy and a Panda (again, ot what it sounds like. it`s a brand of ice-cream.).
Then I went home and had lunch, then I played pretend in my room for a while. I don`t know if I`m the only one who still does that. I think there were vampires involved, if that makes me cooler... Anyway, then I decided that the Minnie Mouse bedspread was just too irritating, so I got my Spanish book, put on my school sweater, and went out despite it being 40 degrees. I picked a random sidewalk and followed it until I found a bench ("Hurrah, handybench!") then sat down and studied.
It was dull, but what else is new? Then I heard someone across the street say "--they should do something--" with a strong British accent. I looked up really fast and saw three really hip-looking people chatting to each other in British and walking up the road. It was a really quick battle in my head between yelling "Oi! Fellow English-speakers!" and just watching them. Watching won, and they walked out of sight, at whih point I became severely depressed and came here to tell you so.
I missed out on a conversation with hip people! Not that the Schroeder-Wiswells aren`t hip, but you get tired of the same four people after a certain amount of time, and they`re gone anyway so I`ve been going though English-language withdrawal. Close-to-my-age people from an interesting place who could speak my language and would have interesting things to say, and I just let them walk away! Waaaaiiiillll!!
Anyway, I came here to get it off my mind and prevent myself from having weird dreams. Didn`t stop by the house, so Lena`ll have to wait for tomorrow for yonder scenes. Mayhap even yon Tuesday, as tomorrow I intend to go to yon Centro Boliviano Americano and see if I can meet other hip English-speakers. But it is unlikely I will find it, alas.
Had a pretty good morning. The guys are still in Salta, so I wandered around town for a couple hours. Churches make good landmarks as long as you make sure there`s a steeple, otherwise it might just be a pretty wall. Also, I can`t ask directions by them, as I know them by names such as Stoney Gray Chuch or Pointy White Church, when they are in fact known to most as San Lorenzo or San Francisco. But still. And I had not one, but three foodstuffs. Salteñas (not Saltines, but that`s what I used to think that`s what they were too. they are in fact bits of meat, egg, potato, and non-spicy spices wrapped in a pastry-like substance in an oval-like shape.) and cotton candy and a Panda (again, ot what it sounds like. it`s a brand of ice-cream.).
Then I went home and had lunch, then I played pretend in my room for a while. I don`t know if I`m the only one who still does that. I think there were vampires involved, if that makes me cooler... Anyway, then I decided that the Minnie Mouse bedspread was just too irritating, so I got my Spanish book, put on my school sweater, and went out despite it being 40 degrees. I picked a random sidewalk and followed it until I found a bench ("Hurrah, handybench!") then sat down and studied.
It was dull, but what else is new? Then I heard someone across the street say "--they should do something--" with a strong British accent. I looked up really fast and saw three really hip-looking people chatting to each other in British and walking up the road. It was a really quick battle in my head between yelling "Oi! Fellow English-speakers!" and just watching them. Watching won, and they walked out of sight, at whih point I became severely depressed and came here to tell you so.
I missed out on a conversation with hip people! Not that the Schroeder-Wiswells aren`t hip, but you get tired of the same four people after a certain amount of time, and they`re gone anyway so I`ve been going though English-language withdrawal. Close-to-my-age people from an interesting place who could speak my language and would have interesting things to say, and I just let them walk away! Waaaaiiiillll!!
Anyway, I came here to get it off my mind and prevent myself from having weird dreams. Didn`t stop by the house, so Lena`ll have to wait for tomorrow for yonder scenes. Mayhap even yon Tuesday, as tomorrow I intend to go to yon Centro Boliviano Americano and see if I can meet other hip English-speakers. But it is unlikely I will find it, alas.
posted by ushi w00t at 2:48 PM
7 Comments:
Um. I'm sorry.
Thank you, Meg.
I'm sorry too, and if you were here I'd give you a cookie.
I would give you two cookies and wonder aloud why you didn't go get your muchacho for some handy... um. Company. ^^
Mm, cotton candy...
I don't exactly play pretend, but I get some serious daydreaming in during math and before I fall asleep.
Ooh, forty degrees. It was like 2 degrees on Saturday.
You should've talked to the hip people. I would've. Probably. Maybe.
Yonder scenes? Qwah?
Didja know that -40 degrees is equal in Celsius and Fahrenheit? Nifty huh.
I make-believe, but you're not allowed to mock me for it. I don't get up and like, act it out though, unless there is someone else there. I usually kind of make it up in my head like a book, just wherever I feel like it should start, because I make it up as I go along.
Also, I have had 99 Red Balloons stuck in my head all day, and I don't know the words. It was in German first.
Ooh. German.
Remember that French story, the red balloon? That was so sweet.
I decided stuff. During church this morning. It may have perhaps been immoral and heathenous and wrong, but let it be known that I will not kill my unborn child.
Not that I have one at present. But when and if I do, then I won't kill him or her. Because I lobe babies. I babysat last night.
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