Chicas, Chicos,
La vida está loca.
It is crushing me. People are crushing my dreams one by one. All nice people are actually just miserable. This is what I have taken so far from life. Life doesn't just give lemons. It drops fuckin coconuts out of the sky, just for the fun of it.
*Letting go of all this negativity*
*JK*
Where would this blog be without negativity? That's right. not here.
Living the life right now in Poland. What a country. I have never seen so many cranky people in one place. One would think I would feel right at home. Well, *life drops coconut*.
I'm listening to some classic Eurovision songs. Gotta love it though.
I always considered myself a bit of a hipster. But of the good kind you know.
Saturday I went to a coffee place where they serve coffee in an Erlenmeyer. I was told it was a great place. Actually, it was deemed 'awesome'.
First thing. the coffee had a lighter color than my usual Earl Grey tea. Question mark. Smell: nutty. Taste: horror.
What the fuck is this? Hipster coffee I was told. Guess I can take 'hipster' of my resume.
Today I received a call during class so I couldn't answer. They left a voicemail. Me was pleasantly surprised and slightly excited. It must be something important if they leave me a message right? As usual, my phone was about to die so I couldn't call my voicemail after class. Full of suspense I went home and put that thing on the charger. When I called voicemail there was no lady telling me that I had a new message and after 15 seconds the connection was ended. I tried seven times. Then I decided to send my provider a message explaining the situation. Within 10 minutes I got a reply saying that it was unfortunate that I couldn't reach my voicemail and that if I wanted to listen to my voicemail I had to call my voicemail. *coconut drops*. *Losing all faith in humanity*.
I decided to reply and said that I did that (because she scored some point on the stupidity scale I misspelled the ladies' name on purpose. HA. suck on that). She decided to tell me that I should try it on a different phone. What kind of advice is that? Oh just cuz I have one phone it is safe to assume I have a second one? WTF is wrong with this world?
After an hour I tried again and I just got connected to my voicemail. I was so excited. The message was from some commercial company telling me that if I did not want to be contacted by them anymore then I should register my name and number somewhere. *coconut drop*.
ya gal.
Sal.
La vida está loca.
It is crushing me. People are crushing my dreams one by one. All nice people are actually just miserable. This is what I have taken so far from life. Life doesn't just give lemons. It drops fuckin coconuts out of the sky, just for the fun of it.
*Letting go of all this negativity*
*JK*
Where would this blog be without negativity? That's right. not here.
Living the life right now in Poland. What a country. I have never seen so many cranky people in one place. One would think I would feel right at home. Well, *life drops coconut*.
I'm listening to some classic Eurovision songs. Gotta love it though.
I always considered myself a bit of a hipster. But of the good kind you know.
Saturday I went to a coffee place where they serve coffee in an Erlenmeyer. I was told it was a great place. Actually, it was deemed 'awesome'.
First thing. the coffee had a lighter color than my usual Earl Grey tea. Question mark. Smell: nutty. Taste: horror.
What the fuck is this? Hipster coffee I was told. Guess I can take 'hipster' of my resume.
Today I received a call during class so I couldn't answer. They left a voicemail. Me was pleasantly surprised and slightly excited. It must be something important if they leave me a message right? As usual, my phone was about to die so I couldn't call my voicemail after class. Full of suspense I went home and put that thing on the charger. When I called voicemail there was no lady telling me that I had a new message and after 15 seconds the connection was ended. I tried seven times. Then I decided to send my provider a message explaining the situation. Within 10 minutes I got a reply saying that it was unfortunate that I couldn't reach my voicemail and that if I wanted to listen to my voicemail I had to call my voicemail. *coconut drops*. *Losing all faith in humanity*.
I decided to reply and said that I did that (because she scored some point on the stupidity scale I misspelled the ladies' name on purpose. HA. suck on that). She decided to tell me that I should try it on a different phone. What kind of advice is that? Oh just cuz I have one phone it is safe to assume I have a second one? WTF is wrong with this world?
After an hour I tried again and I just got connected to my voicemail. I was so excited. The message was from some commercial company telling me that if I did not want to be contacted by them anymore then I should register my name and number somewhere. *coconut drop*.
ya gal.
Sal.
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