Dear Wicked Diary:

This weekend was just plain WEIRD. Since my first flight was delayed, I got stranded in Paris for two long days. Talk about boredom and discontrol. Met people I would never meet on a normal base, did things I would never do… got terribly stressed and felt miserable because I hated to be so alone. The airline paid a night at a hotel. They said there was a free shuttle service but we didn’t find any (we= some weird girl from a rich neighborhood and two Spanish guys) so we had to take a taxi. The chinese driver didn’t seem amused to see us and we were praying he’d got the hotel name right. Luckily for us, he did. I got a big room, with free coffee and tea. Dinner was alright but I was so tired and stressed I wasn’t even hungry. Went to bed and promised that girl we would take a taxi together.

Morning had come and I changed my plans. Had breakfast really early, became noticed by some person who lent me an iPod charger and….I sorta made up my mind and decided to leave the stuck up girl alone. We left some hours later, almost crying when we heard some flights were still being delayed because of the snow. You know, some of you might think “why the hell are they crying?” But really, it’s a horrible situation I hope you will never go through it. All the discontrol, the loneliness, the hopelessness…. hell. We had to run to the airport and stayed there ALL day long, I was so stressed I even accepted a beer. Most of you know I hate beer… so you can imagine how stressed I was. Actually, my new friend left before me… from another terminal. I felt so shitty for the rest of the day. I mean, what if I didn’t leave? I would be so alone again…..

I literally had to BEG a guy from the airlines to get me on the next flight home. Whew, I’m glad he seemed to like me… otherwise I’d still be there. On a lighter note, I saw snow for the first time in my life but I didn’t get happy because of it, since that’s the reason why I had to stay there. My 8pm flight left at 10.40pm…. made it to Lx at 1am but then had to wait 2 hours for my suitcase and it never came. I was so damn tired I didn’t give a hoot and went back the next day. Got my luggage back and everything’s been so cool since then

Anyway, today I had a really calm and nice day. Had a walk by the seaside, had coffee and will go out in a few hours. It’s about time I started to feel alive. Too bad it can’t be like this all the time…

Holidays

Finished packing a few moments ago. Took the practical side and I’m carrying just a few basics. Why? Because good people died somewhere between my past life and this one. Takes me a lot of puppy eyes and winks to convince some “man” to help me get my suitcase. Anyway, karma is a bitch.

After three days of absolute rest, I started to feel like a caged lion. Since I couldn’t stand it anymore, decided to see a doctor. I wasn’t feeling that bad, actually. It’s just that I need to gather some strength for tomorrow, and antibiotics seem to help.

On a lighter note, I’m so shocked!! I was looking to some pics of this girl I’ve known for many years and she’s got a pic with D when they were 13-14 ! That guy I crushed on during all my teenage years! He looks exactly like the last time I saw him…. then he put on a lot of weight and stopped being cute. That pic made me smile a bit.

That’s life

Life

Not much to say. I’ve been sick all day, just resting and coughing. Tomorrow will be a better day……….I hope.

Holidays, Life, Rants!

Bad Timing

Just when I thought I had everything under control, I…. got a sore throat. It bothers me because I hadn’t had a sore throat in a long time. Now I’m three days away from leaving overseas and I don’t want to get sick.

Same goes for people, they tend to get more annoying when I’m sick. Everyone wants every sort of explanations and/or help whenever I feel the worst. Anyway, I feel so tired but it seems I won’t get much sleep.

Got any suggestions? Complaints? Good, write them down and wait until tomorrow… or the day after.

Holidays, Life, Rants!

Today was my last exam. Seems I did fine.

Couldn’t sleep well because I had lost my lower retainer… yeah I know it sounds lame but I can’t sleep without them and it feels weird to wear only one. Anyway, it was under my bed. Now they feel so tight and I speak a bit funny…Guess I’ll have to wear them full time until the end of the week. It could be worse, I have never mastered the ancient art of speaking English with retainers on.

Thanks to my adventurous retainer, my room is a mess because I looked everywhere. Guess it’s about time to choose the clothes I’m going to need, although it’s still too early to start packing.

On another subject… why does some people get annoyed by everything I do or say, yet keep on talking to me? Seriously…..

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