Definetaly not a Country Girl...

Hoy que era domingo my family decidio que era un buen dia para ir al campo, a mí como que nunca me ha vuelto loca el campo y visitar el countryside demasiado. Cuando mochileo siempre los gringos estan locos por ir a montar caballo o a ordeñar vacas y ver grandes prados, para mí visitar las ciudades es bakan enough.

Bueno, a mi mama eso de los campos le gusta porque ella creció en una hacienda al sur de Perú así que todo bien.

Comimos rico, mucha carne, mi hermana la vegetariana estaba casi enferma de ver tanto "cadaver" como ella los llama, la otra sister estaba loca tomandose fotos para subirlas en su HI5 y la mayor desesperada porque su hijo no quería comer y ella gritaba y este lloraba, mi otro sobrino solo se echó en la hamaca y no quería hacer nada de nada. Y asì termino un día de campo, donde yo muy emocionada fui a ver como ordeñaban a las vacas y me dí con la sorpresa de que incluso en los pueblos mas lejanos de Arequipa ya llegó la tecnología y ahora en vez de usar las "manitos" se usa un nuevo sistema que pasteuriza la leche inmediatamente salida de la vaca.

Normalmente me siento sin ganas de escribir los domingos, bueno la verdad es que rara vez me levanto porque estoy resacona o porque ando sola en Chile, asi que me da la depre de pensar en qué estarán haciendo en casa y simplemente no me levanto. Acá en casa es otra cosa, pero como alla en Antofagasta no tengo PC o internet para la hora del güeveo, me vengo aca a ver mi blog y a subir fotos y esas cosas que una hace cuando esta relajada.

THE WORST MONTH EVER!!!

Well I usually don't get lost this often but the truth is that my March hasn't been exactly a bed of roses...Oofff..well shall I start with.

I remember I was offered a promotion, and even though I know they love me at work, they didn't give me what they promised me...After a long week crying for this, I decided to start looking for a different job, because after almost 2 years I guess I've had enough with teaching. It's not that I don't like it, but I guess it's time for me to to start having a better salary and, excuse me for being cocky, but I guess I can definetly do it.
Then the second shot of the month, was my Grandmother's death, it was just terrible, I had to come back to Peru immediatly and my mum was devastated, my sisters...all the scenario was just so shocking for me...I'd never lost a love one before, and after my sister's death which happened when I was a baby, my mum just couldn't find the streghnt to move on. Even these days she seems to be stuck in her depression, and I totally undertand her, because if I lost my mum I guess I would just die nexto her.
But life goes on I said and after my job searching I finally was called to get an interview in a very important company in Chile, I was so excited about it!!!
The weekend before the interview I was convinced to go on a camping trip with my gay friend, and some other people I know... and thought were my friends.
At the beginning everything was just find, but I wasn't in the mood for party... I mean, I was still grieving grandma and wasn't very happy so I though going away would work.
As I didnt feel much for drinking or getting high I went to sleep before everyone, I laid down on the sleeping bag and when I less expected it an iron lightbold fell down my face.
The pain was just so hard I could hardly see. My friends, stone and dumb, of course didn't know what to do. I didn't worry about that, I can react perfectly in an under-pressure situation so I just gave myself the first aids though I was waiting for someone to take me to the hospital, or to the police station so they would do it, but as funny as it sounds, nobody asked me to take me. Nobody care, and after a while they just kept on partying. The pain was just so hard I shaked all night and couldn't sleep a bit. The next morning one of the girls asked if I wanted to go home. "YES!" I said and kept quiet, but my gay friend claimed that he had dirven all the way to the beach to take a dip and that I was over-reacting and should wait. Which I did, I had no option and nobody said anything after that... so I waited until the finished to have fun and lunch and then they started the way back.
All I can remember now is that my friend offer me to DROP me OFF at the hospital, and I just asked him to take me home. As I was pain blinded I could hardly walk to my front door to open it and forgot some stuff in the car, such as blooded sarong and stained shirts, later I found out he had just thrown the out on the street, because I guess he was just too tired to get off the car and hand them to me.
After that I just walked into my bedroom and started crying, I couldn't believe these people were so indifferent at me. That just broke my heart. Suddenly a friend who lives next door knocked at my door and told me my clothes and sarong were in the middle of the street, so he wanted to know what was going on. When I opened the door he was horryfied with my face, which until that moment I wasn't brave enough to look at it in the mirror. He asked me please not to look at it and just took me to the hospital, he and his girlfriend couldn't believe I was like that all night.
Finally got to the hospital, begged for a shot of painkillers and the next I realized I had to wait until the swollen nose went down and have an operation, all alone in the hospital, away from from, with no friends to visit me. In those momens you think very deeply in what kind of friendships have you been giving yourself into.
I won't say I was completly abbandoned, of course couple of friends, who I considered wasn't very close to, came and worried about me, took care of me, for which I'm very very thankfull.
As long as my job interview is concerned I made it, went to the interview for a personality test and after a couple of weeks the Psicologyst called me and said I shouldn't have taken the test in the state I was into, because I was obviously disturbed and it was shown in my personality test. The bottom line is that I guess she meant I'm crazy or psyco, anyway... didn't get the job, my personality didnt apply for the post they needed me she said.
Again, I cried and cried during all my recovering period, 20 days without working, alone in my house. Easter Week, for what I had planned a nice going away trip to Bolivia, didn't work out... so I just stayed home feeling sorry about myself.
And the last punch of the month... well I met a guy, an american nice young and pretty convecional quiet guy, who I thought would be cool to hang out with and took months to sleep with, and after that he just didn't call again... I mean it wasn't that harsh, he called me again a couple of times, and he said he wanted to see me again, but all of the sudden he got more and more work to do so, at the end, his phone calls were less and less until he just forgot completely about me I guess.
So as you can see, I don't know where people take that shit which says that there's always something good that comes out from all the bad things that happened to you. I declare myself a bitter pessimistic bitch from now on!!