Wednesday, April 25, 2012

DAY 100-Wedneday, April 18th, 2012


DAY 100-Wedneday, April 18th, 2012
Its the 100th day I have been here!! Shouldn't today be awesome, or I should get like a bonus or something. Or something actually nice should happen to me today?! I mean doesn't that sound reasonable? DOes that sound something that SHOULD happen? …Cause it didn't. I woke up today feeling like nothing had changed. And I was right. The girls went to David City today, a trip we were all supposed to take. BUT since I was in Volcan I didn't get to talk to my familia on Monday. And I needed to update them on all this… 'excitement'? So in the morning, I said bye to the girls. Hello to 'the wall' (THEIR new nickname, since its like talking to a wall) and got a forced response from one side. Nothing has changed. I went into the kitchen and decided its Day 100 I deserve an actual nice breakfast. So I started up a potato, egg, and cheese sampler thingy. It of course was delicious! Interrupted a few times by the wall. But then they left and the house was mine. So what did I do? Cranked up the singing tunes! Sang out all my fiery, which took a few hours. ANd it still wasn't exactly right! Then something nice actually happened! I was very surprised! Mayka came over, and asked if I wanted to sit and talk a little with her in her store. :D I actually very much did! So I went over, apparently I was the last of the party train to talk with her this morning. Because she knew EVERYTHING that happened last night. The side from 'The Wall' and the side from the girls. She just sat there and looked at me, looking at the floor. And said, "You haven't cried yet about any of this, have you?" I said no. She looked at her calendar and said "You've been there for 15 days, ½ a month…And you haven't cried? Why not." I just kept starring at the floor and said very honestly. "Its hard for me to cry about things." She just starred at me for the longest time and finally said. "Im sorry." I looked up at her, 'why is she sorry?' Then she told me she was sorry that I had to deal with all of this, on my own. It would be one thing if I had someone here that I knew and was confident enough in to talk with, but everyone like that is in Mexico and in the States. The look on her face was so sincere, it made me sad for her. She isn't even dealing with everything happening at the house and she feels guilty about it. Thats not right! Then it made me madder, for one because everyone is now talking about what happened last night at the private elders/poneer-routers meeting. Private for a reason! And for 2, all this is making Mayka feel bad! No way man! I draw the line at that, Mayka is awesome! She shouldn't feel bad about what is happening next door to her. And still she wants to protect me, because she knows. If there is anyone in that household who would be even close to a punching bag its me. DAH! Why is she so awesome and nice! At least I know I have someone awesome next door right? We talked for like an hour or so. Then I came back home, washed my clothes, took a loverly ice cold shower, then got ready for Sereno. I wanted to talk to my family SO BAD! And the bus was taking FOREVER! So I almost started walking, then realized that wouldn't be an ideal idea. And so I didn't. When I FINALLY got to Rio Sereno I had to pee, which mean walking across the little town to the opposite side and using the bathroom. And then paying $0.25 to use a toilet and some toilet paper. JOY! Anyways, when I got to the internet cafe, there was surprisingly very few people. I started up my computer, plugged it in, pressed in my password (cause I mean come on no one in their right mind would ever 'punch' something on a Mac!), sat down, got all excited to talk to my family aaaaaannnnnnddddd….they weren't on. NICE! And then it just made me madder that people kept liking my FB status about they not being on! Its probably cause they don't know whats going on in my life right now. Cause then they would know why its not cool to like that kind of thing, seeing as I REALLY need to talk to my family. 

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