Spain is your friends being mad at you for going home early at 5 AM. How many times can I say I am American and I should be in bed right now. Staying out to 8 am in heels sounds like the grossest thing in the entire world to me. Now you see why staying at home in pajamas and with a movie and popcorn gets more and more alluring for weekend nights. #slow transition to spinster living.
P.S. What is heartbreaking? Seeing you finally have a comment and when you check it, it has been deleted by author. I don't even know why we blog anymore for you people.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Camille's breaking point
After a long stressful day it's a good idea to relax and have a beer. I on the other hand,had such a day and then sprinted to a waxing appointment and was almost in tears because I couldn't understand how the world could be so cruel to poor me. Maybe it's better to make those kind of appointments when I'm more mentally prepared. Lesson learned. #Poor lady who thought I was having a meltdown.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
This Is Insomnia Mess
I can't sleep. My brain won't turn off. Which I find ironic since it takes the liberty to do just that so many times during the average day. (i.e. No I don't remember how to say 'cenicero' in English. Its just that thing we put ashes and cigarette buts in. Actually it doesnt exist. Nope no name. Sorry.). The reason why I'm still awake is because everyone likes to "tomar un cafe" about 83 times a day here. Well if I go around tomando coffees all doggone day then Allah knows there will be retribution. Side note, I actually just realized I forgot to drink water today. Does that happen to anyone else? Or am I the only one who challenges their body to dehydration marathons? No..? Oh.... I also forget to go pee sometimes and then when the light bulb turns on its suddenly GET-ME-OFF-THIS-FUCKING-BUS-I-JUST-REMEBERED-SOMETHING. But maybe that's because I forget to drink water.
Like I said my brain has power outages during the average day.
Tonight however our gears our turning. Eyes wide open. High alert. Thank god for the internets and a big bright screen to stare so I can disintigrate my vision (more so). I got out of bed and opened it up and went through the normal click click clicks which are a series of:
-Don't Install
-Remind me Later
-Cancel
-No I dont want the new version
-Cancel
-Don't Install
-Remind me Later
These are the leave me alone clicks. Quite bothersome. If I were to prognosticate I would say that my computer is dying a sad slow death and when its finally capput, some hysterical blonde girl will yell, "Why did no one remind me to update virus software??" But I'm not a credited gypsy fortune teller so I can not be held accountable for such prognostications.
(Click Click)
Before I did turn on this computer though I was lying in bed listening to the "sleep machine" of noises that apartment living in Spain provides. I spent a summer in Oklahoma and forgot about my Spanish sleep machine. For peaceful dreams on a thermarest bed Americans enjoy such noises as gentle crashing of waves, crickets in orchestra or light breeze on an Autumn night. In Spain, Its straight up legit sleep machines. I hear Mother Tearing into Daughter, Toilets Flushing, Chorus of Coughing, and Sex from the people above you.
This could be status quo for all apartment living. And I'm starting to think so. I'm from Oklahoma. We live in houses. I'm new to this. I had some friends over the other night and after a raptuous game of CaraGalleta ("face cookie" see video below) we stood up and proudly sang Canada's national anthem. Why? Because we have a Canadian friend and he teaches us things about Canada. So in the middle of our salute, there is a sudden banging noise coming from the ceiling. The anti-canadian neighbors above found a broom and made it clear what they wanted. What is it with brooms and getting people to be quiet in apartments? I totally thought that was just in t.v. shows. So do these people keep brooms handy or do they go get one to make their point? What happens if we don't hear the broom? Do they come down?
Apartment living is fine. But I just don't like knowning so much about people's lives. And I also don't like whisper-singing Canada's national anthem. It's just disrespectful in principle.
Here's the video I mentioned above. My friend elena totally dominates at facecookie.
Well its not working Ill post later. Xoxo. Coco.
Like I said my brain has power outages during the average day.
Tonight however our gears our turning. Eyes wide open. High alert. Thank god for the internets and a big bright screen to stare so I can disintigrate my vision (more so). I got out of bed and opened it up and went through the normal click click clicks which are a series of:
-Don't Install
-Remind me Later
-Cancel
-No I dont want the new version
-Cancel
-Don't Install
-Remind me Later
These are the leave me alone clicks. Quite bothersome. If I were to prognosticate I would say that my computer is dying a sad slow death and when its finally capput, some hysterical blonde girl will yell, "Why did no one remind me to update virus software??" But I'm not a credited gypsy fortune teller so I can not be held accountable for such prognostications.
(Click Click)
Before I did turn on this computer though I was lying in bed listening to the "sleep machine" of noises that apartment living in Spain provides. I spent a summer in Oklahoma and forgot about my Spanish sleep machine. For peaceful dreams on a thermarest bed Americans enjoy such noises as gentle crashing of waves, crickets in orchestra or light breeze on an Autumn night. In Spain, Its straight up legit sleep machines. I hear Mother Tearing into Daughter, Toilets Flushing, Chorus of Coughing, and Sex from the people above you.
This could be status quo for all apartment living. And I'm starting to think so. I'm from Oklahoma. We live in houses. I'm new to this. I had some friends over the other night and after a raptuous game of CaraGalleta ("face cookie" see video below) we stood up and proudly sang Canada's national anthem. Why? Because we have a Canadian friend and he teaches us things about Canada. So in the middle of our salute, there is a sudden banging noise coming from the ceiling. The anti-canadian neighbors above found a broom and made it clear what they wanted. What is it with brooms and getting people to be quiet in apartments? I totally thought that was just in t.v. shows. So do these people keep brooms handy or do they go get one to make their point? What happens if we don't hear the broom? Do they come down?
Apartment living is fine. But I just don't like knowning so much about people's lives. And I also don't like whisper-singing Canada's national anthem. It's just disrespectful in principle.
Here's the video I mentioned above. My friend elena totally dominates at facecookie.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Confessions of the Foodgirl
I have been effing loving my yogurt this week. Im all like "hey healthy
hipsters right on, yogurt is totally the cats pajamas. I may even throw some trendy oatmeal on this soiree." (for the record I have learned how to say soiree correctly so I'm going to be uber using it to make up for all my half whispered self conscious attempts in the past). Back to yogurt... I take small pensive bites like on the commercials where you know they are thinking "my waist is shrinking because of this impeccable snack choice." (or they are supposed to think that?). Thats totally what I WAS thinking when I took my smart bites. That is until today when I read the label and realized I've been eating the FULL fat greek yogurt. Those jerks changed the off brand ones to look like the low fat labels and I've been living in a some salubrious delusion.
Until the next time something colossal happens in my life,
Coco Therese Risch
Soiree soiree soiree.
Ps readers: . I had to start somewhere. Who knew it would be about yogurt traps. Good news though is shoulder pads are back, Arrested development is back and CAMILLES BLOGS ARE kindof BACK!! Can I have a virtual pat on the back? (aka that means a shiny comment present).
hipsters right on, yogurt is totally the cats pajamas. I may even throw some trendy oatmeal on this soiree." (for the record I have learned how to say soiree correctly so I'm going to be uber using it to make up for all my half whispered self conscious attempts in the past). Back to yogurt... I take small pensive bites like on the commercials where you know they are thinking "my waist is shrinking because of this impeccable snack choice." (or they are supposed to think that?). Thats totally what I WAS thinking when I took my smart bites. That is until today when I read the label and realized I've been eating the FULL fat greek yogurt. Those jerks changed the off brand ones to look like the low fat labels and I've been living in a some salubrious delusion.
Until the next time something colossal happens in my life,
Coco Therese Risch
Soiree soiree soiree.
Ps readers: . I had to start somewhere. Who knew it would be about yogurt traps. Good news though is shoulder pads are back, Arrested development is back and CAMILLES BLOGS ARE kindof BACK!! Can I have a virtual pat on the back? (aka that means a shiny comment present).
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