I'm it?

After that one time I did that crazy thing with that one person I probably shouldn't have but it was pretty sweet so I don't regret it and yeah, this person invited me to join yet another social networking website: Tagged. I accepted and even threw a picture up there, despite the slower internet connections because I thought it'd be a nice way to keep in touch with this one person. I pretty much igonored it soon after joining, but after being home I realized it was a good way to continue writing in Spanish because people (read: men) send me messages all the time, and instead of ignoring them, I entertain them and wow them with my written skills (if only I could do this with my verbal skills without having to talk to strangers).

Anyway, after many requests to chat via messenger (I still like seeing lots of words in Spanish with the random English technology word thrown in... messenger) someone just asked for my email address, and since he seemed pretty harmless, I gave it to him. Turns out he's a rafting guide with Spanish schools in Turrialba, Arenal, and Dominical (did I mention my profile says I am from Costa Rica?). That's when I figure out he's a gringo. A gringo with Spanish schools, eh? Funny because I recently put myself onboard with a couple friends' idea of opening up a Spanish/surf school in Nicaragua.

So once I tell this guy I'm from Boston, we start writing in English, and I ask him about his experience with his schools. As expected, his beach school (Dominical with a joint surf school) does the best. And the reason they have had success is because they have a "very extensive medical Spanish program"... ohhh... I don't think my friends have thought that far ahead. But it's some good info to know. And now I don't feel like writing anymore.

Except for this: Tagged has some terrible features which includes "friends" "buying" "me." It's just wierd. Like... you know what? I just won't go there. Ciao.

What's a Title?

So I believe the last time I wrote in here, I mentioned that I wanted to start writing again. And that I should do it everyday. Because we are all well aware that the art of writing needs to be practiced, just like any other art or sport. The sport of writing-- maybe that's more my writing style.

Speaking of sports, it's March Madness time, and my brackets aren't looking too good. I mean, they look good enough for an overall win, but I won't have enough points to win my league and the lovely cash prize.

So since leaving Costa Rica, I've been hanging out and traveling quite a bit. I've found myself in Kansas City, Jamaica, and New York, and I have trips to Charlotte, Jersey, and a whole road trip planned to Kansas City with stops in Ontario (who knew the fun side of Niagara Falls would be the Canadian side, not you, eh?) and it looks like we're (and by "we" I mean my boyfriend is) going to choose between Chicago and Louisville as the last stop before I move to Kansas City for a few months.

I'm moving for a few reasons: the romantic one being that there's this boy who lives there; the logical one being that we've been in a long-distance relationship, well, forever, and this will be a good test of whether or not to keep it going, I guess. I've always said you don't really know someone until you live with them. And the other reason is that I'm not finding a steady job around here. Sure, liquor promotions pay well, but there's just not enough of them to keep me occupied. I'm moving to "The Plaza" part of Kansas City, which has lots of restaurants, bars, and good shopping, so hopefully there will be some sort (ANY sort) of work for me. When I look online, I find tons of job listings, so I feel pretty good about this move.

This is it for now. I don't feel like writing anymore. So here's a picture of a little kitty:

I'll try to make a more productive post soon when I'm not stressed out about jobs.