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Mar 6, 2009
Well, it's been about 45 days since I started working at the Peace Corps and it's been cool so far. I have no complaints. It's just different from the GO-GO-GO pace of the campaign, which has long been changed and revamped to be part of the Cambio Ya campaign (our main competition). So far, the Peace Corps job is basic office sitting-in-front-of-the-computer type stuff. Not bad. Just different. University's different too. I've been getting good grades and stuff, even though it feels like I'm not trying. I've become a lot more demanding with the people who work in groups with me, partly due to the fact that recently I've been surrounded by idiots. Even my friends from the U have changed. Lenny transferred out. Everyone else is in a "serious" relationship and/or pregnant. Jesus Christ, I disappear for 8 months, just because I went to work for my Party and suddenly everyone is in "love" and "serious" and "engaged" or plain pregnant. This is kinda bad and different. Last year, in December, Lenny and I had a falling out. We didn't speak for about 3 months. Finally, I went over to his house at 2am and we talked for 3 hours. And now everything is copacetic. I still need to patch up thing with Mafe, but time will tell. This is bad and different. Love life. Love life... What love life? Even my exes have better love lives that me. (By order of precedence) -Amarilis is in Las Vegas with her Gringo. -I hadn't heard from Alejandra for 2 years until a couple of days ago. -Andrea is in Colombia doing God-knows-what. -Carmen just had a root canal a few days ago. -Eli is God-knows-where doing God-knows-who (HEHE. Sexual pun. Funny.) -And Emma (AKA Wonderful!), last I heard, was calling me on the phone, after 2 months of not hearing from her, just to tell me that she has a new damn job and freaking out when she sees me at a place of social outing (Applebee's). Oh, and as far as I can tell she still seeing the guy from the place, What's-his-face from Puerto Cortes. (I could count Rosa, but I don't want to put her in the line of succession.) I haven't had a love life since the 2007-2008 period where I was carousing around with Emma. Other than that, I've had a couple of dates. I'm not really good at dates. I can't be myself on dates. Being myself means being LOUD and making wide gestures and being funny. I can't be funny on a date. Because, afterward I'll just be "that" guy. The funny, lets-go-out-with-him-because-he's-a-riot guy, who gets the shaft when he wants something with the girl. Then, I end up going out with all of my friends and their respective dates. And I get to watch them try to suck their faces off. This is not different. It has always been bad. Thank God it's Friday. Time to go get drunk.
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