Sometimes I Like to Build a Tent

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Monday, September 17, 2007

Theres no place like home...

I am home safe. In the comforts of the real "O.C." we all know and resent... errrr... love.
Boyfriend. Check.
Disfunctional family. Check.
Job. *Crickets.*
Steady source of income. *Tumbleweeds roll pass screen.*
General source of uneasiness. Check.
Not feeling too blogger happy as I have just as many things to be happy about as I do to be stressed about.

BUT!! Through all doubts, I have learned one thing in the last two hours.
When carefully filling out online application, copious amounts of beer are necessary. One can drink one beer per online application, but attention to spelling and numerical errors must in turn double, in order to overcompensate for ones dulling of needed senses.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

This is just absurd.

Last night, four people came over to our apartment and joined the four of us who live there, and one house guest.
We drank from eleven pm until a little after one am.
Then we got on the metro and arrived at the club at two am.
Then we danced until five am.
Then we attempted to take the metro back home but it was not running just yet, so we hailed a cab instead.
Then we went to our local food and beer joint and ordered our hamburguesas y cervezas.
Then we went home.
It was six am.
Then we goofed around for a half hour.
It was six thirty am.
Then I went to sleep.
Then I woke up at one thirty pm.
We know that this is not a normal lifestyle by any means, and are attempting to ¨live it up,¨¨soak it up,¨ the best way we know how.
This is just absurd.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

I like...

That 11 pm is considered early to go out and that 5 am is an early night in.

That I know where to go for 2 euro cocktails and 2 for 1 specials because of my job.

That I can go to the beach everyday but express my option every other day.

That I can go jogging at 9:30 pm and go out afterwards.

That I walk past a church built 2000 years ago by Romans everyday.

That I know which beach to go to to get the furthest away from ¨tourist.¨

That I live in an area described to tourist as an area ONLY inhabited by locals.

That I walk the same streets as Dali, Picasso, Mirrot, Orwell and Hemingway.

That people have to use maps and I always know exactly where I am.

That I cross someones path that I am acquaintances with everyday.

That I am budgeting myself enough to where I have only had to go to the ATM once for a few bucks in the last 2 months.

That I have roommates that I love and that love me as well.

That I don´t put up with peoples bullshit anymore.

That I´ve learned the ability to say ¨no¨when it is really how I feel.

That people envy my job and my lifestyle, but I know that it´s just because the grass is always greener.

That a movie/commercial/music video is being filmed a few minutes walk from my flat.

That there are 11,000 bars/restuarants/cafes in Barcelona and I can never possibly go to all of them.

That I have people eagerly awaiting my arrival and that I have people saddened by my departure.

That I have a favorite gelato, Sangria and Kebab place a few minutes away.

That I learned how to roll cigarettes even though I don´t smoke.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

And the Plot Thickens...

Enter Stage Left: Two girls traveling through Europe for three months.

Stop Mid Stage: Two girls stay in apartment complex with ten other Americans all studying to be teachers. Embark on month long activities, which can only be compared to the college experience neither girl ever had.

Travel to Barcelona: Girl #1. Overwhelmed with new people, job and freedom loses complete sight of what trip began as and what it was to allegedly end as. Proceeds to break up with boyfriend, under the notion that she would not be returning to her home city, county, state, country for as long as she could make possible, or at least a year. Enter really angry parents, boyfriend, boyfriend’s parents, extras. Many a conversations spent in room with Girl #3 roommate realizing that Girl #1 has never been allowed to make wise, poor, neutral decisions on her own and that this is just the reaction to said realization.

Girl #2. Remains completely level headed. Remembering who she is, what she wants, proceeds to get a job as a teacher, as originally planned. Whose parents are encouraging to not return home, but rather to continue to teach abroad, perhaps Japan, Thailand, Korea, etc.

Girl #1. Telephones best friend from home, the one person who will never judge her and who she knows she could never shock but rather sadden with the thought of no return.

Best Friend #1. “Umm… there is something I have to tell you even though he (U.S. Boyfriend #1) swore me to secrecy.”

Girl #1. “He bought that ticket to come out to Barcelona.”

Best Friend #1. “Yep.”

Girl #1. “EXPLICITIVE!”

Girl #1. Intend to build up ideas and notions of what she wants, could want, doesn’t want over the week long period of knowing that said individual intends to fly to Barcelona to remind, save, harass, kiss, speak to, see, Girl #1.

Girl #1 picks up US Boyfriend #1 from Airport and spend a full week of talking, sightseeing, lounging, talking, discussing, eating, wining, dining, shopping, etc.

U.S. Boyfriend exits stage right.

Shot of clouds parting.

Girl #1. Pan shot of bedroom and Girl #1 opening eyes.

*She is again level headed, past self-deprecating behavior, making amends with parents, grandparents, boyfriend, boyfriend’s parents, friends, dog, etc. Realizing what is, isn‘t, will never be and has always been important in her life. Enter difficult life lesson escaped unscathed.*

I hate how wise I am at such a young age...

I’ve realized two very important life lessons recently. One, that we pick one of two paths in our lives. And two, maturity is defined not by how many life experiences we’ve acquired, but how we react to those we’ve encountered.

There are exactly two paths we are dealt between the ages of zero and the time an individual departs the house of their parents, whether it be 14, 18, 30, etc. One path is that of the same mistakes, misfortunes, decisions, convictions, hopes, dreams, ambitions as our parents and the other is the opposite. These similarities and differences result in varying degrees and in different variable patterns. For instance, one may grow up in a divorced, female domineering, democratic, low-income household and make conscious decisions and choices to ensure that their life path is anything but those. Which would consequently make a un-divorced, male dominated, republican, middle- to high-income earning household. This is dependent upon if that individual felt that they were at a “loss” for growing up in aforementioned household.

If an individual felt that they were fortunate, or neutral, to have been raised in a divorced, female domineering, democratic household, but felt that their life could have been “improved” given a higher waged household, then steps would be made to ensure that those desired “variables” result. For these are the only variables said individual is aware of. That of a divorced, females domineering, democratic, low-income household. And only reactions can be elicited in response to those given variables.

Everything is conceptually a variable. Smoking for instance. In my household, no one smoked, smokes or participated in smoking. Therefore, smoking is a variable. I know that I would not want to raise my children in a smoking environment because I was raised in a non-smoking environment and perceive it to be more “beneficial” to be raised in a non-smoking environment versus a smoking environment. This is a judgment call based upon past influences, conditions, results and variations.

Variables allow for variation. Non-smoking and smoking result on completely different ends of the scale of smoking tolerance. A person in my similar upbringing in the arena of smoking will either result in a similar opinion on the matter or that of complete opposition. Perhaps because they are a smoker, or their spouse is a smoker, or because they feel that no one should be able to tell another person what they can or cannot do. It is these variables in our upbringing, the decisions our parents have made, which result in the decisions, obligations, choices, the next generation will encounter.

Some variables are black and white; smoking, divorce, tattoos, drug use, religion, abortion, political party, etc. Others are shades of grey; locations in which to raise a family, musical preference, occupation choices, amounts of affection, attention, adoration, curfews, responsibilities, etc.

All of them different, all within our control, all important, all completely theoretical, hypothetical, unable to be predicted. I’ve realized that my parents are just doing the best they can, given the circumstances. Given the positive, negative and neutral stimuli they were dealt age 0-18, when they are legally obligated to be provided for by their parents. I’ve realized my parents aren’t Super Humans. Although my dad is named “Clark” he isn’t “Clark Kent,” although I was convinced when I was little. Even though my mom is named “Lisa Marie” she will never have the same impact on society as “Lisa Marie Presley.” They are just as important in the scheme of things as “Clark Kent” and “Lisa Marie Presley,” and to me, of course, they are more important than said individuals.

They are just making decisions based upon the decisions their parents made and whether they deem those choices as good, bad, or neutral.

The second lesson is easier to relay. We are all dealt cards of pain, anguish, trials, tribulations, death, disgust, greed, filth, despair. It is how we not just react, but what we are reduced to from such actions and circumstances. The most amazing people I have met thus far are those that have not simple “dealt” with such awful situations, by simply suppressing memories or turning to other means to “forget” about the pain. But those who internalize the bad, never to compare themselves to others. Internalizing by being completely, undeniably honest, with what has happened and where they need to go. And to realize that they have been dealt poor cards, but not a bad hand. We will never know everything another individual holds in their hand, but can only be given a few rare glimpses as to what they are dealing with.

Our stories are ours alone and although people will be in similar situations, circumstances, outcomes, they will never know exactly where a person is coming from. Because like I’ve said, every person has a story. And to hear a few pages will never result in the understanding of a chapter.

Monday, June 11, 2007

A Few More for the Kids in the Back..

I have also learned...

That in order for total, complete, immersed satisfaction, I really only need two things in order to be happy. They are, in no particular order, to be topless at the beach + Mr. Plant, Mr. Page, Mr. Bonham and Mr. Jones.

The beaches here are very "Euro." As in anything goes. And I couldn´t be happier. When asked as to the appeal of laying out sans top, I respond to some affect dealing with the liberation factor. The first few times I´ll admit it was the thrill. Knowing that I was participating in an act that is seriously taboo, not to mention illegal, back in the states. Once you get used to the whole thing, it really just becomes an issue of comfort.

Bras and bikinis are not comfortable. They are in fact the opposite. Restricitive, constraining, pinching, bunching, you name it. To lay in the sun, feet in the sand and arms crossed over the face, well... It doesn´t get much better. Oh, and combine that with a deep in the absolutely crystal blue green Meditteraean and I am curious as to why I have at some points stated I am never coming home.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Things I´ve learned...

Here I am. Living "the dream." Well, not exactly "the dream" per se, but "my dream" nonetheless. I´m living in Barcelona, Spain in an apartment with three other people for the summer. I have a BA from a prestigious University, but am reduced to distributing flyers to promote a Pub Crawl, Bike Tour, Flamenco show, Surf Trip and Spanish Cooking Class. I must really want this.

I´ve learned that if you will something hard enough it comes true.
I´ve learned that desperate times, really do call for desperate measures. But they don´t seem so desperate if it is something that makes you happy.
I´ve learned that although I never actually make a "budget," when necessary, I can be EXTREMELY frugal with my money. Like basic necessities, dier (?) needs, necessities. Basics; ham, cheese, apples, yogurt, milk, the basics.
I´ve learned that I cannot go too long without listening to Led Zeppelin.
I´ve learned that until I can decide to want the same thing for more than a year, I am not marriage material.
I´ve learned that I can stay up until 5 am, sleep until noon, and do it again two days later.
I´ve learned that www.freetranslation.com can be a lifesaver.
And that three years of high school espanol can still be remembered when necessary.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

I didn´t die...

Okay seriously, not blogging gives me heartburn. I have two minutes before my time at the internet cafe runs out so here we go.
Finished teaching course in Prague, biggest waste o´ time, but I partied like a rockstar and met the coolest peops ever.
Now in Barcelona, desperately searching for a job.
If I turn up empty handed it´s back to Cali.
Are you happy now?
More when I can.
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