Monday, I hate mondays...
Its 4:32 pm and Im really bored. The phone is draving me nuts! Always on Mondyas it doesnt stop ringing...
I cooked yesterday for all my family "Camarones a la Diabla" (seafood). It was fun... Here in Mexico, we have a saying that all the people use when someone cook they say: "Can I get married already?" and if the meal was good they answer: "yeah, you do!"
Its a very old saying, I guess that it comes from when the woman's place was at home, cooking and taking care of the children.
Im begining a new week, and all I can think about is : "when is going to be friday again?"
The last friday was one of my classmates b-day, all the class coopered to buy a cake for him, then after school, we had planned to go to a some bar... so we did it...we were on our way there when Bayo's truck (with Julio, Dany, Robert inside of it) stoped in the middle of Federalismo Av. Silvia, El primo, Martin and I were on Francisco's car behind Bayo's truck, so he parked the truck the next street and so we did, then arrived Myriam, Jeaninne, Blanca in Rosy's car and she parked the car to.
The guys were trying to fix Bayo's truck and we stayed there listening music... 10 minuts after they were still trying to fix it... 20 min... 25... 30 min... we were driving ourselves nuts... next act Silvia took the cake and made us sing Happy Birthday to Martin in the middle of the street all stangind next to the cars... at 10:00 pm with docens of cars passing next to us... that was soooo much fun!
After the little song... we all ate cake there... and after 1 HOUR the truck was working again. So, we went to "Solé Bar" for some drinks, we had a great time there... I didnt drink too much. (I dont use to drink too much anyway)
Next day.... school.... I arrived late... as always after a Bar night... in the evening I had a dissagreetment with my Mother... she insist to try me as a 15-year-old girl. So, they left to some reuninon with my uncle political's family. I stayed in home by myself. Crying. As a 15-years-old girl. I hate argue with my mother... or with anybody. This time I said what I felt. I know I hurted her. But... she just doesnt understad what I feel. She doesnt understad that Im not like my sister. Im not my sister. So yeah, I stayed there crying. Then I went to bed. It was 10:00 pm.
The next morning (Sunday) I waked up at 10:30 am... after 12 and a half hours... I dont remember when was the last time I slept so much time. As I said I cooked.... and had a great time with my family the next dat. My mom?? She was like nothing happened. She es really weard!
Its 4:32 pm and Im really bored. The phone is draving me nuts! Always on Mondyas it doesnt stop ringing...
I cooked yesterday for all my family "Camarones a la Diabla" (seafood). It was fun... Here in Mexico, we have a saying that all the people use when someone cook they say: "Can I get married already?" and if the meal was good they answer: "yeah, you do!"
Its a very old saying, I guess that it comes from when the woman's place was at home, cooking and taking care of the children.
Im begining a new week, and all I can think about is : "when is going to be friday again?"
The last friday was one of my classmates b-day, all the class coopered to buy a cake for him, then after school, we had planned to go to a some bar... so we did it...we were on our way there when Bayo's truck (with Julio, Dany, Robert inside of it) stoped in the middle of Federalismo Av. Silvia, El primo, Martin and I were on Francisco's car behind Bayo's truck, so he parked the truck the next street and so we did, then arrived Myriam, Jeaninne, Blanca in Rosy's car and she parked the car to.
The guys were trying to fix Bayo's truck and we stayed there listening music... 10 minuts after they were still trying to fix it... 20 min... 25... 30 min... we were driving ourselves nuts... next act Silvia took the cake and made us sing Happy Birthday to Martin in the middle of the street all stangind next to the cars... at 10:00 pm with docens of cars passing next to us... that was soooo much fun!
After the little song... we all ate cake there... and after 1 HOUR the truck was working again. So, we went to "Solé Bar" for some drinks, we had a great time there... I didnt drink too much. (I dont use to drink too much anyway)
Next day.... school.... I arrived late... as always after a Bar night... in the evening I had a dissagreetment with my Mother... she insist to try me as a 15-year-old girl. So, they left to some reuninon with my uncle political's family. I stayed in home by myself. Crying. As a 15-years-old girl. I hate argue with my mother... or with anybody. This time I said what I felt. I know I hurted her. But... she just doesnt understad what I feel. She doesnt understad that Im not like my sister. Im not my sister. So yeah, I stayed there crying. Then I went to bed. It was 10:00 pm.
The next morning (Sunday) I waked up at 10:30 am... after 12 and a half hours... I dont remember when was the last time I slept so much time. As I said I cooked.... and had a great time with my family the next dat. My mom?? She was like nothing happened. She es really weard!
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