I took a nap today and dreamed about Kika, my female dog. In my dream, I woke up from a long nap and Kika had her puppies already, a lot of them, running around in the living room.
Kika is pregnant. She'll have her babies in two weeks and I'm worry about it. She's young, Sparky (the father) is her half brother, and I don't know how I'll manage those puppies until they be ready to leave. We're not keeping any of them.
Everything started with the Vet. The woman started saying thing like "Let's see... I think she can live after having babies..." and Dennis and I left that Vet a little upset that the woman didn't give us the answers we want and also put more stuff in our heads.
Now Dennis is all worried about it, and keep sending those emails with info about dog's pregnancy, like photos, videos, etc. I don't really wanna see dogs being born! Most of those emails are about what to do in case a puppy gets stuck, how to cut the umbilical cord, and how to proceed in case 'the mother starts eating one of the puppies.' I not gonna be ready for that, I'll let the nature do the work.
Dennis' aunt, Jane, who gave us the puppies, founded out that Kika is pregnant and gave us some advices. Dennis said that she made him less worried. But we are about to have a lot of work, and I feel that I won't enjoy taking care of these babies. Especially when the college starts again.
I remember when my other dog had babies. Her name was Kika as well and I was a teenager. It was so easy. She got pregnant, and started having the contractions under my bed. My mom and I tried to move her to a better (and clean) place and she become a little aggressive. We decided to let her there alone and close the my bedroom. After a few hours we came back and there the babies were. All clean, perfect, and alive. Now here everybody are making such a drama that I started being really worried about it.
I just hope everything will be ok.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Year 2011 Overview
Year 2011 Overview
Out with the old matrix and in with something totally different -- with trailblazing Rams leading the way as usual. It's all about the new in 2011. Others will take their cues from you especially when Uranus follows Jupiter into Aries in March. You won't have a second to forget that you're the consummate pioneer of the zodiac. With Jupiter and Uranus tag teaming it in your constellation, much new ground needs breaking in 2011. You'll barely have a second to rest and process all the brand spanking newness that has become part and parcel of your everyday life. Long-distance travel, philosophy, higher learning and experimentation are all par for a very exciting course as this mighty year unfolds.
Expect a birthday season to remember with lucky Jupiter and life-changing Uranus working wonders in your fiery stars. Your innate go-getter instincts are off the charts. As the spring season gets underway, life hits maximum speed (sleep, what's that?) May Day alert: Circle May 1 on your calendar with a big red sharpie, Rams! An explosive amount of Aries planetary energy abounds as six -- count 'em, six -- planets traverse your incendiary corner of the zodiac simultaneously. This includes Moon, Mars, Venus, Jupiter and Uranus all rallying for your cause. Age of Aquarius themes pop up as Jupiter in fact does align with Mars on this very powerful day. Every second counts and actions speak infinitely larger than words.
Summertime brings Jupiter's jackpot in your money sector. Expect a nice fattening of the piggy between June and December with incredible opportunities to make the big bank. Love, pleasure and romance hit a high note in late September. Venus brings the beauty and love to your partnership sector while Mars simultaneously brings the sparks to your romance sector. Long-distance travel and adventures galore take precedence in November. While in December professional responsibilities will demand the majority of time and energy. But if you're willing to go the extra mile, your status could easily skyrocket.
Out with the old matrix and in with something totally different -- with trailblazing Rams leading the way as usual. It's all about the new in 2011. Others will take their cues from you especially when Uranus follows Jupiter into Aries in March. You won't have a second to forget that you're the consummate pioneer of the zodiac. With Jupiter and Uranus tag teaming it in your constellation, much new ground needs breaking in 2011. You'll barely have a second to rest and process all the brand spanking newness that has become part and parcel of your everyday life. Long-distance travel, philosophy, higher learning and experimentation are all par for a very exciting course as this mighty year unfolds.
Expect a birthday season to remember with lucky Jupiter and life-changing Uranus working wonders in your fiery stars. Your innate go-getter instincts are off the charts. As the spring season gets underway, life hits maximum speed (sleep, what's that?) May Day alert: Circle May 1 on your calendar with a big red sharpie, Rams! An explosive amount of Aries planetary energy abounds as six -- count 'em, six -- planets traverse your incendiary corner of the zodiac simultaneously. This includes Moon, Mars, Venus, Jupiter and Uranus all rallying for your cause. Age of Aquarius themes pop up as Jupiter in fact does align with Mars on this very powerful day. Every second counts and actions speak infinitely larger than words.
Summertime brings Jupiter's jackpot in your money sector. Expect a nice fattening of the piggy between June and December with incredible opportunities to make the big bank. Love, pleasure and romance hit a high note in late September. Venus brings the beauty and love to your partnership sector while Mars simultaneously brings the sparks to your romance sector. Long-distance travel and adventures galore take precedence in November. While in December professional responsibilities will demand the majority of time and energy. But if you're willing to go the extra mile, your status could easily skyrocket.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Guess What!?
Guess What? Dennis convinced me to take History of the Modern World instead of Communication 1A.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Take or Not Take: Communication 1A
The classes for the next semester are now available, I am not sure if I should take Communication 1A or not. I mean, it is a great class to improve my communication, regarding my teacher and another guy I met last semester.
Improve my communication… it is all that I need! Last class, my teacher from Design class was talking about courses related to design, and how we get there. During the class, she explained how long is the path that I still have to go to become an architect in this country. She also said something that made me think a lot. I need to learn how to defend my projects. There will be people in my way who won’t agree with me. I need to defend my self.
This is exactly what I need! I am so shy that I start sweating just if I think about the possibility of talking in public. She said that Communication 1A would be great for people like me. But there is a problem: I don’t need communication 1A in my curriculum to finish college, and I feel so late (understand late as old) that I want to finish this as soon as possible.
What should I do?
I think that I know already. I am learning for life, and Communication 1A would be great.
…But, at the same time, I see myself finishing the university in my late thirties and
I hate it. What is the big problem with that? Am I afraid to be the oldest guy in class, and feel humiliated, dumb, and old, surrounded by youngest? Yes.
Ok, while I am writing this, I feel that I am already convinced that I want and I have to take Communication 1A. It felt so stupid to write this….
It will improve my Communication for life, not only for college. It will help me to fight against my fear of talking in public, of expressing myself and my feelings to the world.
I will take Communication 1A.
Improve my communication… it is all that I need! Last class, my teacher from Design class was talking about courses related to design, and how we get there. During the class, she explained how long is the path that I still have to go to become an architect in this country. She also said something that made me think a lot. I need to learn how to defend my projects. There will be people in my way who won’t agree with me. I need to defend my self.
This is exactly what I need! I am so shy that I start sweating just if I think about the possibility of talking in public. She said that Communication 1A would be great for people like me. But there is a problem: I don’t need communication 1A in my curriculum to finish college, and I feel so late (understand late as old) that I want to finish this as soon as possible.
What should I do?
I think that I know already. I am learning for life, and Communication 1A would be great.
…But, at the same time, I see myself finishing the university in my late thirties and
I hate it. What is the big problem with that? Am I afraid to be the oldest guy in class, and feel humiliated, dumb, and old, surrounded by youngest? Yes.
Ok, while I am writing this, I feel that I am already convinced that I want and I have to take Communication 1A. It felt so stupid to write this….
It will improve my Communication for life, not only for college. It will help me to fight against my fear of talking in public, of expressing myself and my feelings to the world.
I will take Communication 1A.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Halloween 2010
Last Saturday I want to a Halloween party at Liz’s house, a Brazilian friend that we have here in California. She lives in a big house in Oakland Hills. I was convicted that I would drink a lot and party hard, giving me a break from my busy routine of studying and working. Dennis stayed at home because he is never on the mood of partying hard and also because he had a bad trout. I totally understand that.
I decided to invite Brandon, my new friend, because I didn’t see him for a while. We both arrived at Liz’s house with Brandon’s boyfriend, Allan, who didn’t stay long because he had to work earlier in the next day.
The party was great! I had a chance to see many people that I didn’t see for a long time. I met Deia’s boyfriend (really cute by the way) and Deia and I talked a lot, as good friends we are.
Because this party supposes to be a break from my routine, I drank a lot. Not as I use to drink during the past weekends, but a lot more. I got so drunk that I lost track of time. I party, I dance, I talked, and I laugh. Yeah… I laugh a lot. I felt really good, surrounding by nice people and doing something I that I didn’t do for a long time.
When I realized, it was around 5am already, and I had no idea what time I arrived at home.
Amanda called a taxi and we (Amanda, Brandon, and me) went home totally satisfied. I slept inside of the taxi and the taxi driver actually had to wake me up! I was wasted.
The next day, I woke up at 12:30pm and stayed in bed until 6pm. I watched a movie, posted the photos from the party on Facebook, and watched almost a whole season of American Dad on Netflix.
At six o’clock, I moved my dead body from the bed to the sofa, and stayed there the rest of the day. Dennis and I had a few lazy hours together getting out of the sofa only to give candy to the kids who knocked our door, and grabbing something to drink on the way back to the sofa. I used this time to show Dennis the photos from the party and watch more American Dad. Am I addictive?
When Dennis decided to go to the bed, I decided to stay and finish the current episode, but I ended up sleeping in the sofa by myself, and woke up at 11pm to go to the bed.
My percent of productivity on Sunday was negative 25% because I am pretty sure that American Dad ate a piece of my brain after too much episodes.
That’s why I can’t go out so often anymore; I am becoming old!!! I usually party a lot in the past, but now with my routine (and this age: 28… I know… in a body of 25 and a mind of 30) I can’t party hard every weekend anymore.
Today I called Amanda to make sure I remember everything I did. No hazardous, no damage. It was a perfect Halloween. It was exactly what I needed.
I decided to invite Brandon, my new friend, because I didn’t see him for a while. We both arrived at Liz’s house with Brandon’s boyfriend, Allan, who didn’t stay long because he had to work earlier in the next day.
The party was great! I had a chance to see many people that I didn’t see for a long time. I met Deia’s boyfriend (really cute by the way) and Deia and I talked a lot, as good friends we are.
Because this party supposes to be a break from my routine, I drank a lot. Not as I use to drink during the past weekends, but a lot more. I got so drunk that I lost track of time. I party, I dance, I talked, and I laugh. Yeah… I laugh a lot. I felt really good, surrounding by nice people and doing something I that I didn’t do for a long time.
When I realized, it was around 5am already, and I had no idea what time I arrived at home.
Amanda called a taxi and we (Amanda, Brandon, and me) went home totally satisfied. I slept inside of the taxi and the taxi driver actually had to wake me up! I was wasted.
The next day, I woke up at 12:30pm and stayed in bed until 6pm. I watched a movie, posted the photos from the party on Facebook, and watched almost a whole season of American Dad on Netflix.
At six o’clock, I moved my dead body from the bed to the sofa, and stayed there the rest of the day. Dennis and I had a few lazy hours together getting out of the sofa only to give candy to the kids who knocked our door, and grabbing something to drink on the way back to the sofa. I used this time to show Dennis the photos from the party and watch more American Dad. Am I addictive?
When Dennis decided to go to the bed, I decided to stay and finish the current episode, but I ended up sleeping in the sofa by myself, and woke up at 11pm to go to the bed.
My percent of productivity on Sunday was negative 25% because I am pretty sure that American Dad ate a piece of my brain after too much episodes.
That’s why I can’t go out so often anymore; I am becoming old!!! I usually party a lot in the past, but now with my routine (and this age: 28… I know… in a body of 25 and a mind of 30) I can’t party hard every weekend anymore.
Today I called Amanda to make sure I remember everything I did. No hazardous, no damage. It was a perfect Halloween. It was exactly what I needed.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Fall 2010
My classes started a few weeks ago and I’m already worried about not getting things done. I have to keep in my mind that I need good grades to go to UCB, but I feel very overwhelmed and afraid to get a C. I’m tanking five classes in this fall, 15 units, two campuses, and a lot of new experiences. I spend my mornings from Monday to Thursday at Berkeley City College, and my afternoons from Monday to Wednesday at Laney College. It’s not just it! I also have classes Saturday morning at BCC. Adding this to the minimum social life I’m trying to have, plus 20 hours of weekly work, I wonder where is the time to study for those classes. This will be so far the hardest semester ever here in the USA.
My week starts with Pre Calculus with Mrs. Elizabeth, a teacher who came from France, and I’m already not sure if she’s good or not. Mrs. Elizabeth arrives almost every time a few minutes late, and she seems to come straight from the street, not having time to go to her office to get the class’s name list. Her way of teaching is a little confuse because she always commits little mistakes in basic stuff. Last class I was wondering with she really knows what she’s doing. I also feel that the rest of the students think the same about her. There is a nice girl who sits beside me and always leaves the class mad with the teacher.
After eat a sandwich that I brought from home, I’m ready for my Perspective, Shades, and Shadows class, or just E/AT 35, at Laney. This is so far the scariest class of this semester. The teacher is really nice, but I was so lost in that class for the first couple of weeks. I should take another drawing class before starts this one, but since I did a fast, intense, little, course in Brazil about drawing, I said to myself (and to the counseling) that I knew what I was doing. For now, I can say that it’s getting better, but I still have a lot to learn. Mr. Simon, the teacher, is really making me comfortable to try it. He’s calm, always likeable, and patience with his students. I met this nice guy whom his name I still can’t pronounce (I know, it’s a shame) and he helped me a lot during the first classes when I looked like a lost kid in a crowed place or something like that.
On Tuesdays, it’s time for my English 1A class, the first English class I’m taking with Americans. Actually, this class seems a lot like the Writing class I was taking last semester, the difference is a few students who are really Americans, and the teacher, who isn’t so nice like the last one. The teacher, Mr. Sommer, is a cute young guy who tries to be really tough. I didn’t have a good impression of him on the first day of class because he arrived already demanding people who didn’t enroll to the class leave immediately, exactly like that, with no good morning, no hi, no anything. The class is going “ok” for now, but I gave my first essay to an American girl to take a look and we founded out a lot of grammar errors, so I can’t tell how I’ll be doing yet.
I also enrolled to this class called Introduction to Professional Design, once a week every Tuesday’s afternoon, and so far I didn’t like it. I was really excited about this class on the beginning because I though I would learn a lot, but so far the teacher, Mrs. Eleene, just ask us to ready a book with very very very basic stuff and spent the class summarizing it. It’s really hard to focus in this class. Am I too advanced to this class? I don’t think so, but I can tell already the class is really boring.
The last class is Geometry, every Saturday morning from 9 to 12. The teacher, Mrs. Mary, is really nice, and I’m learning basic stuff too, but I like it because I loved my geometry classes in Brazil. The class is all mixed up with all kind of different students; old women, teenagers, etc. nobody is really in the mood to socialize in a Saturday morning during a math class, so I didn’t meet anybody yet. The fact that it’s on Saturday morning is turning my head 360ยบ. It doesn’t feel like Saturday at all, I feel like my Saturdays are now my Fridays, and when I realize it’s already Sunday, and I feel like I didn’t have time to study at all.
Since I’m still addicted to work out, I’m going to the gym five times a week, every morning, most of the time before class. I also go on Fridays, and since I’m close to college, I go there just to study by myself. I still have a problem to study at home, with the dogs, the cleaning, the distractions, work, and Dennis.
Talking about Dennis, he’s ok, I think. I feel we’re not so “together” anymore because of the little time I spend at home now and also another things. He cooks almost every evening waiting for me to have dinner together. It’s cute. His work seems the same for me, but now he’s also helping me with my EBay stuff, selecting photos and sometimes even shipping things out.
I decided do not pay much attention to my social life this semester, but I just can’t. I mean, I think I’m doing fine and more concentrated in studying more than socializing, but I feel that this is not enough. I’m building a nice social life with some guys from Berkeley, and I’m changing the gym to see if I can work out with more interesting people. But I still have in my mind that this will be my hardest semester and I will not fail.
If I survive this moment of my life, I’ll come back to write more.
My week starts with Pre Calculus with Mrs. Elizabeth, a teacher who came from France, and I’m already not sure if she’s good or not. Mrs. Elizabeth arrives almost every time a few minutes late, and she seems to come straight from the street, not having time to go to her office to get the class’s name list. Her way of teaching is a little confuse because she always commits little mistakes in basic stuff. Last class I was wondering with she really knows what she’s doing. I also feel that the rest of the students think the same about her. There is a nice girl who sits beside me and always leaves the class mad with the teacher.
After eat a sandwich that I brought from home, I’m ready for my Perspective, Shades, and Shadows class, or just E/AT 35, at Laney. This is so far the scariest class of this semester. The teacher is really nice, but I was so lost in that class for the first couple of weeks. I should take another drawing class before starts this one, but since I did a fast, intense, little, course in Brazil about drawing, I said to myself (and to the counseling) that I knew what I was doing. For now, I can say that it’s getting better, but I still have a lot to learn. Mr. Simon, the teacher, is really making me comfortable to try it. He’s calm, always likeable, and patience with his students. I met this nice guy whom his name I still can’t pronounce (I know, it’s a shame) and he helped me a lot during the first classes when I looked like a lost kid in a crowed place or something like that.
On Tuesdays, it’s time for my English 1A class, the first English class I’m taking with Americans. Actually, this class seems a lot like the Writing class I was taking last semester, the difference is a few students who are really Americans, and the teacher, who isn’t so nice like the last one. The teacher, Mr. Sommer, is a cute young guy who tries to be really tough. I didn’t have a good impression of him on the first day of class because he arrived already demanding people who didn’t enroll to the class leave immediately, exactly like that, with no good morning, no hi, no anything. The class is going “ok” for now, but I gave my first essay to an American girl to take a look and we founded out a lot of grammar errors, so I can’t tell how I’ll be doing yet.
I also enrolled to this class called Introduction to Professional Design, once a week every Tuesday’s afternoon, and so far I didn’t like it. I was really excited about this class on the beginning because I though I would learn a lot, but so far the teacher, Mrs. Eleene, just ask us to ready a book with very very very basic stuff and spent the class summarizing it. It’s really hard to focus in this class. Am I too advanced to this class? I don’t think so, but I can tell already the class is really boring.
The last class is Geometry, every Saturday morning from 9 to 12. The teacher, Mrs. Mary, is really nice, and I’m learning basic stuff too, but I like it because I loved my geometry classes in Brazil. The class is all mixed up with all kind of different students; old women, teenagers, etc. nobody is really in the mood to socialize in a Saturday morning during a math class, so I didn’t meet anybody yet. The fact that it’s on Saturday morning is turning my head 360ยบ. It doesn’t feel like Saturday at all, I feel like my Saturdays are now my Fridays, and when I realize it’s already Sunday, and I feel like I didn’t have time to study at all.
Since I’m still addicted to work out, I’m going to the gym five times a week, every morning, most of the time before class. I also go on Fridays, and since I’m close to college, I go there just to study by myself. I still have a problem to study at home, with the dogs, the cleaning, the distractions, work, and Dennis.
Talking about Dennis, he’s ok, I think. I feel we’re not so “together” anymore because of the little time I spend at home now and also another things. He cooks almost every evening waiting for me to have dinner together. It’s cute. His work seems the same for me, but now he’s also helping me with my EBay stuff, selecting photos and sometimes even shipping things out.
I decided do not pay much attention to my social life this semester, but I just can’t. I mean, I think I’m doing fine and more concentrated in studying more than socializing, but I feel that this is not enough. I’m building a nice social life with some guys from Berkeley, and I’m changing the gym to see if I can work out with more interesting people. But I still have in my mind that this will be my hardest semester and I will not fail.
If I survive this moment of my life, I’ll come back to write more.
Friday, August 13, 2010
SUMMER TRIP – DAY ONE
My vacation didn’t started as perfect as I planned! After Dennis dropped me off at the San Francisco airport, my flight to Washington got delay for more than one hour and a half. I was so nervous because I wouldn’t have time to take my connection to Connecticut. With help from one of the ladies at the United balcony, I changed my seat so I could be the first one to leave the plane and run to the next gate just in time to board. During the flight, I relaxed sure that I would make it; I watched a movie (Mary & Max, animation, really cute) and listened some music. Suddenly I realized that my next flight was about to take off and until that moment the pilot didn’t say anything about landing. I asked the flight attendance what was going on and she say we would probably be landing in the next 45 minutes. 45 minutes!? I freaked out at the plane, and anybody couldn’t do anything for me. I didn’t have a choice but wait until the plane touched the ground.
I run off the plane as soon as the door opened and received the notice that even if I made it on time (which I didn’t) my flight was canceled because of the weather. I saw that I was booked for the next day at 12:20pm and immediately got so piss off. It was around 11:45pm and I decide to stand in line at the United customer services for almost two hours just to hear a very rude lady called Betty, from United Airlines, that they couldn’t do nothing else for me. Gosh I never saw somebody be so rude with customers in my life. She was in line saying that everybody should find a hotel and deal with it; United would never pay for it because it wasn’t their fold. Seriously, she scared off at least 40 people to flight with United Airlines again. I am one of them. I got so tired of that bitch doing such a bad job, scaring off people from the line, that I left the line and called Dennis, asked him to find a hotel room for me online while I call Kate to give the bad news.
I called Kate and let her know that I wouldn’t be in Hartford Airport, Connecticut, tonight and she had to pick me up tomorrow, and I was stuck in Washington for the night. I think she was ok with that. I was really embarrassed about that because I’m staying in her house and I know she’s a very busy woman. Dennis found me a room at Marriot, pretty close to the airport, and I took a cab until there. I finally shake the stress out with a good long bath shower and watched TV until I finally slept. I woke up just in time, took another bath, and leave the hotel back to the airport. I checked in and board a little unhappy because I still had to do that last flight with United Airlines. The airplane left even a little earlier and I was desperate to arrive in Hartford Airport and have a really cold beer while I wait for Kate. I put a DVD in my computer and started watching Sex in the City; Dennis and I decided to start watching from the beginning. After a little less than one hour flying, I noticed everybody looking behind, so I took out my headphones and everybody was asking if there were any doctor on board.
There were this woman all shaking a few chairs behind me. She started having a seizure and it took about ten minutes for her recovered back to normal. Suddenly the pilot announced that we’re landing in the next 15 minutes, I though, “I think we had more 45 minutes of flight…” and he finish saying that we‘re landing at Philadelphia Airport, in am emergency, for the women who just had a seizure. I laugh, all loud. I didn’t believe it was happening with me. We stayed on ground for approximate one and a half hour. The women left the plane and the cleaning company came to clean the chair, and we stayed awaiting permission from the tower to leave the ground. When I though the thinks couldn’t get worse, when we was about to fly another plane from stupid United Airlines had to make an emergency landing in front of us because of some mechanical problems. I promised god never fly with United Airlines again.
I arrived really tired at Kate’s house, took a shower, a nap, called Dennis and relaxed for a few hours until time to meet her friends. Kate’s house is this old condo from hundreds of years ago; it’s a very cute neighborhood full of historic “New England” houses. Kate’s friends, which I didn’t memorize their names yet, are really funny and crazy, but they all seem to be nice people. We went to a club downtown New Haven and had a good time dancing and talking. I enjoy it more than I expect because I kind of didn’t like the music at all. During the night we planned to go to Manhattan Saturday to spend the day, and we all decided to go together.
In one of my times in the restroom, I saw something that reminded me the old times at the parties in Rio: two guys leaving the cabin really high while three others go inside. I would love to be invited but I decided to keep myself invisible and pretend don’t see it; it’s my vacation in my friend’s house and I didn’t want screw my Saturday sleeping the whole day after a night full of drugs. I didn’t want to go back to it at least that in that moment.
We arrived home around three and I slept like a rock until 9:30am.
I run off the plane as soon as the door opened and received the notice that even if I made it on time (which I didn’t) my flight was canceled because of the weather. I saw that I was booked for the next day at 12:20pm and immediately got so piss off. It was around 11:45pm and I decide to stand in line at the United customer services for almost two hours just to hear a very rude lady called Betty, from United Airlines, that they couldn’t do nothing else for me. Gosh I never saw somebody be so rude with customers in my life. She was in line saying that everybody should find a hotel and deal with it; United would never pay for it because it wasn’t their fold. Seriously, she scared off at least 40 people to flight with United Airlines again. I am one of them. I got so tired of that bitch doing such a bad job, scaring off people from the line, that I left the line and called Dennis, asked him to find a hotel room for me online while I call Kate to give the bad news.
I called Kate and let her know that I wouldn’t be in Hartford Airport, Connecticut, tonight and she had to pick me up tomorrow, and I was stuck in Washington for the night. I think she was ok with that. I was really embarrassed about that because I’m staying in her house and I know she’s a very busy woman. Dennis found me a room at Marriot, pretty close to the airport, and I took a cab until there. I finally shake the stress out with a good long bath shower and watched TV until I finally slept. I woke up just in time, took another bath, and leave the hotel back to the airport. I checked in and board a little unhappy because I still had to do that last flight with United Airlines. The airplane left even a little earlier and I was desperate to arrive in Hartford Airport and have a really cold beer while I wait for Kate. I put a DVD in my computer and started watching Sex in the City; Dennis and I decided to start watching from the beginning. After a little less than one hour flying, I noticed everybody looking behind, so I took out my headphones and everybody was asking if there were any doctor on board.
There were this woman all shaking a few chairs behind me. She started having a seizure and it took about ten minutes for her recovered back to normal. Suddenly the pilot announced that we’re landing in the next 15 minutes, I though, “I think we had more 45 minutes of flight…” and he finish saying that we‘re landing at Philadelphia Airport, in am emergency, for the women who just had a seizure. I laugh, all loud. I didn’t believe it was happening with me. We stayed on ground for approximate one and a half hour. The women left the plane and the cleaning company came to clean the chair, and we stayed awaiting permission from the tower to leave the ground. When I though the thinks couldn’t get worse, when we was about to fly another plane from stupid United Airlines had to make an emergency landing in front of us because of some mechanical problems. I promised god never fly with United Airlines again.
I arrived really tired at Kate’s house, took a shower, a nap, called Dennis and relaxed for a few hours until time to meet her friends. Kate’s house is this old condo from hundreds of years ago; it’s a very cute neighborhood full of historic “New England” houses. Kate’s friends, which I didn’t memorize their names yet, are really funny and crazy, but they all seem to be nice people. We went to a club downtown New Haven and had a good time dancing and talking. I enjoy it more than I expect because I kind of didn’t like the music at all. During the night we planned to go to Manhattan Saturday to spend the day, and we all decided to go together.
In one of my times in the restroom, I saw something that reminded me the old times at the parties in Rio: two guys leaving the cabin really high while three others go inside. I would love to be invited but I decided to keep myself invisible and pretend don’t see it; it’s my vacation in my friend’s house and I didn’t want screw my Saturday sleeping the whole day after a night full of drugs. I didn’t want to go back to it at least that in that moment.
We arrived home around three and I slept like a rock until 9:30am.
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