When I Actually Woke Up Early to Exercise

Wed. February 17, 2009 12:21 am

I have been letting my life pass me by while I sit here playing Neopets and staring at a screen. I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but it seems I'm addicted. In the bad, horrible, intervention sense. I have not written in a long time, and these have been the most interesting, fun-filled days. I am going to stop the trend and write about stuff now. About today.

I woke my ass up at 7:20 am to play tennis with my madre and her daughter-in-law's parents. We drove to Cholul, a nearby pueblo, and SHIT SON they have a huge piece of land. This family has their own tennis court on their property. I was like dayumm. It was a sand court, and the ball sometimes would go in a weird direction. But it was REALLY good to hit something really hard, and even though I haven't played in a while (years!), I wasn't too bad. Just inconsistent. The two parents-in-laws were quite good. I think they were impressed with me because they said I could come back anytime I wanted. There's even a bus that goes by there, so I could hypothetically go by myself before class one of these days.

Then I had Literature of Yucatan and I realized fully my hatred of the class. First of all, today I was freezing my ass off because the air conditioner was pointed toward me. I had goosebumps the entire class. Do you know how uncomfortable that is?!? But complaints about the curriculum... We need to read shit for class so we can discuss it with the people presenting the book. But they are novels. In Spanish. And they are NOT in the library, nor are they on the internet, nor is there any information about them anywhere on the internet, nor are they in bookstores (I presume). So...wait WHAT?!?! And we're going to have to analyze poetry. Last week she gave us all books of poetry to read for the last half hour of class. She gave me a book of modern experimental poetry and was like "GO". EXPERIMENTAL POETRY IN SPANISH!? Who do you take me for!? Just as I was like What is my purpose in this world, a guy named Rodrigo came over and was like blah blah blah tone intonation sonnets interior rhyme, and he OPENED MY WORLD. I never knew there was so much beyond my minuscule knowledge of poetry.

Mayan class was ok. I started falling asleep during Schumy's presentation (sry Mandy) and the teacher called me out on it. I was sleeping because I already knew that part, having actually read it. He asked me a question and I fired back with all these unrelated facts that didn't really answer the question.

The only thing that got me through that class was the thought of ice cream. I promised myself I would buy a cone for myself after class. Arianna and I went to La Gran Michoanda (fuck I always forget the name). I got a deluscious cone of coconut ice cream. Shit that was good. It was the creamy, milky kind of coconut, not that sweet Mounds shit (although Praline's Mounds is one of the most bangin in my world).

Then I had a Skype date with Ryan. I told him of Ezer, but somehow he didn't come across like I'd wanted. I don't know...just something lacking. I can't really explain him. Ryan told me some wonderful things that made me a little sad that I can't be there with him. Then Kelly came by and I got to see her beautiful face too! I miss you guys.

Anyway, my life these days has been consumed by Neopets.com again. Once every two years it comes back. I have stuff to do, sure. But I am so lazy and unmotivated, I don't even care too much.

Blegh,
-Ashley