What’s better than not doing homework? Not doing homework because I was at a club on a Thursday with a bunch of friends. I am so hardcore. I don’t even recognize MYSELF. WHO AM I?!
The group went to “Gringolandia” or La Mariscal. The locals call it Gringolandia because it is obviously where all the gringos hang out. DUH!
To get there we needed to take a bus and by bus I mean a tin can where if you move your left hand it is in a person’s hair or private tinky area. GROSS. We played a game of Sardines really. First we went to buy some….drinks. And then hung out in a super sketch area doing super sketchy things.
Afterwards we headed to a sketchy Indian food place. They had hookahs, which I did not do and would never like to by the way. There was so much smoke in that place that I could not even see the person next to me. I thought for sure that we were going to be stabbed, kidnapped or have our fingers chopped off. I KNOW, I AM IRRATIONAL, GET OVERRRR IT!
It was an okay place to be, not dangerous, at least nothing happened to us. AND there was karaoke so I just KNEW everything was going to be fine. I could feel it in my bones. Plus, I kind of sort of blend in here and everyone just assumes I am from around here. I tell everyone that I am just visiting family for 5 months, ha! I am more worried for people like Stevie who looks like she could fit in your pocket. EVERYTHING WAS FINE THOUGH.
While we were walking to the club everyone was trying to hand us flyers, which if you read my previous post, is sketch as FUUU. Let me clarify for Sean and Alisha because APPARENTLY I was too vague. These flyers are laced with some sort of drug that enters your bloodstream upon contact with your skin. You blackout and while you are unaware of anything going on around you, the person who handed you the flyer steals your damn organs!!!! They then sell your organs on the black market for obscene amounts of money. I know that if my kidney was stolen , it would sell for a record amount of $500,000.
So yesterday we were being asked to take these flyers and I all I could think was: “Ummmmm….no THANKS. I am not an organ donor and you are unqualified for that type of procedure, thanks. I am also quite fond of all my organs, thank youuuu. Maybe next time, and by next time I mean NEVERRRR”
We go to the club and on Thursdays it is “Ladies Night” and ladies get to drink for freee. There are 5 girls with us and they are being handed flyers that would allow them to get free drinks. Obviously they do not want to take them because we were told not to so that our fucking organs don’t get stolen and sold for obscene amounts of money on the black market. None of them want to take it but I am all like well, free drinks…so I tell them to take it.
Stevie says to me, “I don’t want them to drug me and take my organs.”
I say, “Don’t worry I will take care of you, they are not bad flyers. You will be fine, I promise” But what I am really thinking is, “Fuck yeah! Free drinksss!!!!” JUST KIDDING. Kind of.
Nobody was injured or had their organs stolen and best of all...everyone looked like death warmed up the next day at school. Except for me of course because I was responsible and went home early so that I could sleep to get up early and start and finish my homework before class at 8:30. So responsible. I know.
I also went on my first run at 9,350 feet and thought I was going to die. I was so excited to run because I hadn't done it since the I was in the States. As Stevie and I were taking off to the park a little boy and his stupid little schnauzer started chasing us. That damn dog was preparing to feast on my ankles.
No thanks dog. I need my ankles, I said to the dumb little rat chasing us. What got me though was the boy who was laughing gleefully at the situation. Well kid, you are a JERK. That was terrifying and I thought I was going to lose my life!
I felt freeeeeeeee. I was running around and it was FUN. That is until my body decided that there wasn't enough oxygen and started to punish me for it. Thanks body. BUT I did have a good run, except the parts where I inhaled exhaust. Living in a city ROCKS.
I also went on my first run at 9,350 feet and thought I was going to die. I was so excited to run because I hadn't done it since the I was in the States. As Stevie and I were taking off to the park a little boy and his stupid little schnauzer started chasing us. That damn dog was preparing to feast on my ankles.
No thanks dog. I need my ankles, I said to the dumb little rat chasing us. What got me though was the boy who was laughing gleefully at the situation. Well kid, you are a JERK. That was terrifying and I thought I was going to lose my life!
I felt freeeeeeeee. I was running around and it was FUN. That is until my body decided that there wasn't enough oxygen and started to punish me for it. Thanks body. BUT I did have a good run, except the parts where I inhaled exhaust. Living in a city ROCKS.
Way to go to a Ladies Night. Classy.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that little kid and I would probably be friends because you are a ridiculous overachiever.
Well actually at altitude, the atmosphere is still saturated enough with O2 that the thinner air doesn't really make you have less O2 in the blood, common misconception. The reason why breathing is so hard at altitude is because to breathe our bodies use the pressure in the atmosphere to assist emptying our lungs, because the partial pressure of O2 is less at altitude, our expiratory muscles (intercostals and ABDOMINALS) have to work harder to expire the CO2 and ambient O2 that is unused in the lungs. This extra strain on the muscles causes a higher requirement of O2 to function and thus breathing gets a lot harder because your muscles tire out, because they aren't used to working so hard!
ReplyDeleteBasically you should work on your abs.
No one is going to take your organs... That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!
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