It seems like the whole school is trying to register for classes today because the system doesn’t work. It sucks, it’s slow and you’re lucky if the registration goes through. Stupid idiots.

Anyway, I saw Becky this weekend and we did what we always do, panty-shopping, lol. I stopped myself from buying and caved in to buying a pair of shoes. We saw some old friends, I felt disappointed and I don’t think I want to delve deeper into that. But, she picked nice panties.

The drive home was fun…it took me one hour to drive over a bridge. The traffic was ridiculous. I knew I should’ve left earlier, ahh well. I miss Clearwater. It’s soo much nicer than bum-fuck Riverview. I miss my old house, my room…oh well.

That’s the story for now…Oh, I’ve been going to the gym now, more often than usual! I’ve lost the fat in my face…now I need to work on my belly, hahahaha.

I have been debating with myself if I should dye my hair blonde. I’ve tried many different styles in blonde, and I think I am going to do it.

Those are the two samples…Of course, I am going to dye my eyebrows, haha. So, what do you think?

Anyway, the whole reason I am posting is to celebrate my achievement.

I’ve been having a really hard time this week because I’ve been handling the front desk all by myself, and I’m not used to it. Usually, I get stressed out and I freak. Not today, my friends, not today.

The biggest asshole known to man walked into the clinic today. He was just trying to make my life impossible. Instead of getting stressed and pissed off, I just laughed in his face, and he got mad, hahaha. For some reason, I just thought it was so funny that he was complaining. Every five seconds he would ask, “Uh, ma’am, have you verified my paperwork yet?”  It’s so annoying to have someone ask that because it’s one of me and 7 of them. I just replied, “Hahaha, no, sir, I’m working on it.” Eventually, the bastard left me alone and got the point.

Yeah, that’s my achievement.

Tomorrow, I’ll be working from 8AM to 8PM, let’s see how much I laugh tomorrow.

Today, I’ve realized that I am mentally abused by my family and the people who surround me, everyday.

Today, I’ve sat through the most miserable dinner of my life.

Today, I’ve been hurt so bad just because I wanted to do something nice.

Today, I’ve realized that it’s not the first time it’s happened.

Today, was the first time that I’ve had someone apologize for hurting my feelings.

Today, despite my tears, I’ve finally realized that someone cares about the way I feel and that makes me happy.

Today, it was his birthday.

Today, I took the time to look pretty.

Today, was the day I worked extra hours for, just so I could get him something nice.

Today, we cried.

Today, we start the rest of our lives with a new promise, “No more sucky birthdays.”

Anyway, it’s very strange, but recently I find it funny when people are diagnosed with STDs. I know it’s very mean, but it’s almost always the people that you don’t expect them to have it.

The other day, an elderly, respectable looking man was diagnosed with genital herpes. A few hours after him, another is diagnosed with chlamydia. Heh. We have so many patients with genital herpes…that’s probably why we have so many samples of Valtrex, teehee.

Meh, speaking of work, I have to work tomorrow…meh.

Oh and I know what I’m going to get Jeremy for his birthday, yay!

I get more random as I go on. No matter, this isn’t meant for anyone to follow, haha, it’s more to show how my brain goes through thought processes.

I have a 13 year old cousin in Miami who’s dating a  15-16 year old guy. By the way, by when do boys get facial hair? (Because this is what I used to estimate his age) I was going through myspace last night and I found her profile. Her display picture was of them kissing, heh, and I left a comment saying, “Ohhh, I’m going to tell your mom. ” She immediately responded, “My mom knows already.” She also deleted the picture…haha, kids are funny.

Alright, I’m out of ideas…oh wait, has anyone else noticed that mausoleums smell like dull penetrating death? Just wondering…

Ecuador is a land of extremes. In Quito, the weather is cold and the area is mountainous. It’s so cold that the Volcano Cotopaxi is snow-capped. People don’t have heating systems in their houses, so if you leave a gallon of lukewarm water on the kitchen counter overnight, the bottle will be like if it was refrigerated in the morning. It’s so sucky taking a shower for this same reason. The water would never stay warm for over 5 mins, and when you got out of the shower, it’d be freezing.
Not only do you have to suffer from the cold, but I also got altitude sickness. I went from living in Florida, where we’re right at sea level to 9,500 ft above sea level. If I wanted to snuggle myself up in the covers, I had to take a breather afterwards because I would run out of air. One night I wanted to cry because my stomach’s walls were burning and I couldn’t cry. If I tried to cry, my chest would start heaving like if I had been running for a mile, haha.

Something that made me laugh though is the Middle of the World. It’s this touristy area where the Equator passes through. I’ve always been told in school that the area around the Equator was supposed to be really warm. Well, I stood on the Equator and it was fucking cold. They lied.

Anyways, two hours away from Quito is Santo Domingo de los Colorados (Direct translatos: Saint Domingo of the Reds). I was loving it there. The weather was warm and not too humid. The area is like a city mixed with the indigenous. On one side, it’s bustling with the activity of cars and people, and on the other, the Tsachila (or the Reds) live there. I have many pictures of them for you to see.

Then we went to Riobamba, which isn’t that far from Quito, so it’s cold too.

Anyway, the story continues on with pictures from here on.

This was where we first stayed at in Quito. It’s the Hotel Patio Andaluz. It was originally the home of the first president of Quito, and it was converted into a hotel later on.

My mom and my sister.

My family

This is the back of the hotel

This is Quito

This is the Market Place in Riobamba:

I wanted to take all the animals home with me

This kitty is sleeping on top of a rice bag with a picture of a dog, haha.

The indigenous women didn’t want to have their picture taken. They wanted us to buy the tomatoes they were selling. She changed her mind when I gave her a dollar.

I don’t know how you call these in English, but they’re fruit.

She was selling watermelon.

I thought this was funny. It’s on the way back to Quito. It says: “Don’t smoke marijuana, sell it to the Americans.”

Three of Jeremy’s friends have received a letter from the Army notifying them of the physical that they need to have done. It’s only a matter of time before he receives his. I’m not exactly sure why they’re needing to have them done, but they have to do it. Jeremy says that he’s going to answer everything truthfully, come what may. He says that everything happens for a reason and to believe in him. *sigh* I have faith.

I don’t really understand how the military works but I asked him what he planned on doing if they do recall him. He said that he’d ask me to marry him and that he’d bring me with him. He didn’t say it in exactly those words of course, lol, he said it sweeter and more romantic, haha.

Ah, life is a funny thing.

I plan on working really hard in school and saving money so if he does get recalled, I’ll be prepared for whatever life brings me.

This is what I feel like, haha. I really am standing on two hemispheres by the way.

Also, I forgot to mention that he bought me more Futurama DVDs. Ahh, it is true love, hahaha.

I’m at my house but it doesn’t feel like home. I don’t feel like this is where I belong. Home for me has become being with him.

Thanks to USA, I feel like he’s slipping through my fingers. Two of his friends from the military have received letters from the Army asking them to come in for a physical. Now we all know that the Army just doesn’t ask you for a physical for nothing.

What do I do? What’s going to happen if the Army calls him back? I wouldn’t be able to bear knowing that he’s out there, fighting this stupid war. What will he be risking his life for? What about all the plans we made? How can I get on without him being there with me? What’s going to happen to my other half of an orange slice?

Oh God, please don’t take him away from me.

I went in to work planning to leave around 12:30, and I didn’t leave till 7:30 PM. My job is seriously an adventure, and you just don’t know what to expect with people.

The medical assistant left early, so I was in charge of taking people’s blood pressure and asking them the reason for their visit.

First there was a little boy who had a fish-hook stuck to his finger…that was fun.

Then, a man came in saying that he had a bug in his ear. He did, in fact, have a bug in his ear and it was a monster.

At the end of the day, right when I was going to leave a guy came in. He had been doing stunts on his bike and he feel backwards onto some rocks. It was gross and his injuries were beginning to fester…mehhhhh. He was a big chicken too.

I’m tired.

I was occupied, and I think God did it for a reason.

Oh yeah, some asshole asked me to jump his car and I did.

You know, it’s been a year.