An e-mail I wrote to my friend, describing my terrible-to-me condition I'm in.
Adriana
Brooke!
My skin is fine, except for when I go swimming. If you have goggles and are underwater, it's real obvious.
Ugh.
It's only on my thighs and tops/middles of my shoulders. Plus I have aloe. It's a pretty color. razz Teal. razz
And no, it's not that bad of a question. A little disturbing, but hey, friends can't socialize with other friends over e-mail about their skin?
Anyway, I'm at my Grandma's house, helping "babysit" my cousin Paola from Puerto Rico for two weeks. I came in around last Thursday. Or just Thursday.
Anyway again, I'm being forced to help at this Vacation Bible School at Sacred Heart, my Grandma's church. Since I'm to old to really participate, I'll be my Grandma's little helper. She runs a station you use for little movies they have, so apparently I set up and watch a chapter of some stupid movie four times a day abut a chipmunk who volunteers at a panda sanctuary and then suddenly pandas start to disappear, and now it's up to Chadder {the name of the chipmunk} to save them. The same chapter for four times a day. Ugh. It's day two of the school, and it lasts until Friday. Uuuuuuuuugh.
To make things worse, on the first day, yesterday, after it was long done for the day and we were visiting my family because Paola's family wanted to know where I lived {creepy, but whatever}, I totally broke down on the ride home because I miss my family. Then Logan {my annoying little brother} practically announced that I was crying to Ida {Paola's Grandmother; her Grandma and Grandpa came because the parents couldn't afford tickets}, and then she told the old lady sitting next to her. I don't know how the old lady is related to Paola, but I doubt she's the aunt or something, cause the Grandma looks a heck of a lot younger than the old lady. I think her eyebrows are gone, and she drew them back on. The Grandma, I mean. I doubt she does it, but it looks so professional. How does she do it?
About the crying, when I got home, the old lady walked in, tried to comfort me, then told me to pray. That's right, pray. Apparently, talking to no one in particular with your hands folded and having tears running down your face will solve all your problems.
So about the school, there's this really humiliating thing the little kids {the ones that are young enough to participate} have to do. See, there are these really stupid holy music videos where a few lucky kids make themselves look like complete and utter idiots, singing and doing horrible and totally predictable dance moves to these religious songs. To give you a bitter taste, here are a few song lyrics:
He's wild.
He's wild.
God is wild about uuuuuuuuus.
[Repeat x2]
God is greeeeeeeaaaat.
He. Is. AWESOME!
[Repeat x2]
So now you know my pain.
So the kids have to learn the lyrics, and learn the dance moves. Then they have to perform it. Poor little souls. I just hope Grandma doesn't lay it on me, that all of a sudden I have to go up there and make myself look like a complete @$$hole. Sorry for the language. Just saying. Worst songs the world has ever known.
Well, thanks for reading and listening to my ranting. Appreciate it.
If you want to rant, I have nothing better to do. Go on. RANT. You know you want to.
But on the brighter side, there's this really hot crew captain that bears a striking resemblance to Robert Pattinson. Or is it Patterson? Or is that the writer?
Anyway, he's, like, 17. So I have no shot anyway. But hey, no harm done, right?
Have an awesome summer, cause mine's kinda sucking a little, and is going by r e a l slow! But seriously, every day feels like half a week. Help me.
Miss you! <3
--Ana
My skin is fine, except for when I go swimming. If you have goggles and are underwater, it's real obvious.
Ugh.
It's only on my thighs and tops/middles of my shoulders. Plus I have aloe. It's a pretty color. razz Teal. razz
And no, it's not that bad of a question. A little disturbing, but hey, friends can't socialize with other friends over e-mail about their skin?
Anyway, I'm at my Grandma's house, helping "babysit" my cousin Paola from Puerto Rico for two weeks. I came in around last Thursday. Or just Thursday.
Anyway again, I'm being forced to help at this Vacation Bible School at Sacred Heart, my Grandma's church. Since I'm to old to really participate, I'll be my Grandma's little helper. She runs a station you use for little movies they have, so apparently I set up and watch a chapter of some stupid movie four times a day abut a chipmunk who volunteers at a panda sanctuary and then suddenly pandas start to disappear, and now it's up to Chadder {the name of the chipmunk} to save them. The same chapter for four times a day. Ugh. It's day two of the school, and it lasts until Friday. Uuuuuuuuugh.
To make things worse, on the first day, yesterday, after it was long done for the day and we were visiting my family because Paola's family wanted to know where I lived {creepy, but whatever}, I totally broke down on the ride home because I miss my family. Then Logan {my annoying little brother} practically announced that I was crying to Ida {Paola's Grandmother; her Grandma and Grandpa came because the parents couldn't afford tickets}, and then she told the old lady sitting next to her. I don't know how the old lady is related to Paola, but I doubt she's the aunt or something, cause the Grandma looks a heck of a lot younger than the old lady. I think her eyebrows are gone, and she drew them back on. The Grandma, I mean. I doubt she does it, but it looks so professional. How does she do it?
About the crying, when I got home, the old lady walked in, tried to comfort me, then told me to pray. That's right, pray. Apparently, talking to no one in particular with your hands folded and having tears running down your face will solve all your problems.
So about the school, there's this really humiliating thing the little kids {the ones that are young enough to participate} have to do. See, there are these really stupid holy music videos where a few lucky kids make themselves look like complete and utter idiots, singing and doing horrible and totally predictable dance moves to these religious songs. To give you a bitter taste, here are a few song lyrics:
He's wild.
He's wild.
God is wild about uuuuuuuuus.
[Repeat x2]
God is greeeeeeeaaaat.
He. Is. AWESOME!
[Repeat x2]
So now you know my pain.
So the kids have to learn the lyrics, and learn the dance moves. Then they have to perform it. Poor little souls. I just hope Grandma doesn't lay it on me, that all of a sudden I have to go up there and make myself look like a complete @$$hole. Sorry for the language. Just saying. Worst songs the world has ever known.
Well, thanks for reading and listening to my ranting. Appreciate it.
If you want to rant, I have nothing better to do. Go on. RANT. You know you want to.
But on the brighter side, there's this really hot crew captain that bears a striking resemblance to Robert Pattinson. Or is it Patterson? Or is that the writer?
Anyway, he's, like, 17. So I have no shot anyway. But hey, no harm done, right?
Have an awesome summer, cause mine's kinda sucking a little, and is going by r e a l slow! But seriously, every day feels like half a week. Help me.
Miss you! <3
--Ana
I was writing about my skin because Brooke and I were discussing peeling skin from those damn sunburns. I hate them so much, but hey, at least they turn into tans. And tan lines.
So yes, world. This is how religion and old people are messing up my summer.
Advice is so greatly appreciated.
And please, if you know, tell me why older people are so much more religious? It's a weird thing, really.
My Grandma has a bunch of rosaries and crosses and Jesus paintings, while in my aunt's house, there isn't a single religious thing in there. And she goes to mass just as much as Grandma.
Please reply.
Thanks.
<3 -----Adriana
So yes, world. This is how religion and old people are messing up my summer.
Advice is so greatly appreciated.
And please, if you know, tell me why older people are so much more religious? It's a weird thing, really.
My Grandma has a bunch of rosaries and crosses and Jesus paintings, while in my aunt's house, there isn't a single religious thing in there. And she goes to mass just as much as Grandma.
Please reply.
Thanks.
<3 -----Adriana
