Inalcanzable – RBD

So, life has been kinda hectic (when isn’t it?). A lot has happened since last time I wrote, so I’ll try to squeeze everything in a couple (or dozen) paragraphs. Let’s begin……

Work related: Im underpayd. It is not even funny how poor I feel. I want to go to a Concert, in chavon nonetheless, but im seriously (and by that I mean cheapiously) thinking it over and over. I made a semi-budget, that isn’t anything but a list of expenses, and may I say…they are a lot!!. Rationally thinking, it’s only a months paycheck, but dammed!!!

Study related: im not any closer to London that I am from Dajabon…. There are no available dates to take the TOEFL here, nor in Santiago; there are no dates during my stay at DC and the closest thing is taking it in Puerto Rico, but for that I would have to buy a plane ticket, which would be like 500 bucks in total…. Get my point? Money, money, money….

I still haven’t finished my recommendation letters (MUST DO SO SOON!!!!), and I have to confirm if my papers are ready in the SEECYT. I haven’t translated my CV, and I haven’t even started with my statement of purpose…. Yes, I’m a procrastinator.

I called APEC, to inquire about that master with the French University, but its US$7,500…and the inscription is US$1,000.00…… which I don’t have right now…so, sayonara, Pantheon Assas – Paris II.

Jessup is doing ok, but im sooooooooooooo tired, that I feel just like last year: If it feels like this, then you know something is wrong. The only reason why im still here is for Aida, ‘cause I wouldn’t leave her with that bunch of Cuaimas on her own…. But, no trip to nowhere is enough to stand the things I’ve had to endure so far. I hate that faggot of Cuascu, I really do. He gets on my nerves, and he has the face to call himself coach, COACH!!! I, mean, seriously, if it wasn’t because I decided long ago that I wasn’t going to care I would be writing an email to the REAL coaches back in Europe and telling them all the pretty things I think about that little maricón. Really, I don’t have a problem with gay people, but he gets on my nerves like acid…

Im counting the days until Washington … just like last year (why do we always repeat our old mistakes?...) im waiting for the clarity of mind that only the space and the distance can provide, to try to figure out how im going to go…where, how, when,…trying to figure out how im supposed to live from now on, if im supposed to be an adult…jessup is the last “childish” and extracurricularly studiable thing.. no more competitions, no more coladic, just grown up stuff…maybe even less studying (uhmm…no studying….sounds tempting…) Its time to do whatever it is that grown ups do…get lots of debts and pay them (I think I managed that already..), get promoted or get a new job, work my ass off, get a car and get myself a scholarship to Europe….that’s about it…oh, yeah, a boyfriend….. but that I cant really do on my own…it takes two to tango….

Loneliness is a very faithful companion, my job is killing me and I cant avoid feeling stressed out the moment I walk through that door, my friends have drifted away in a very scary way…I know they’ll be there when I need them the most, but its right now, when I need them just a little more than usual, that their presence would be most appreciated… maybe im just needy, but I don’t really think anyone cares…

PD: im getting over you with the help of people around me, but it still pisses me off that you traded me for someone uglier and dumber… she is una yo en potencia, but fine, you can keep your selfconcious childish pet…..que te aproveche!!