There is a hurricane somewhere in the Gulf…and so the tail is hitting southern Mexico. So much rain here. Today is the first day of the three supposed days of intense rain. News is never right anywhere though.
Huge puddles in the streets. I tried to take sideroad so cars wouldn´t splash me, but they did.
Been meeting with my friend Erica for the last couple days. I meet her after her English classes and we usually take her car and drive somewhere. It is nice to have someone I can talk to that is not forced, i.e. class and family. She know a little english, so I help her. Yesterday she took me to her cousins house and we chilled. The family lived in Arizona for the last 8 years and they just got back 3 months ago. They “worked” there, illegally I would assume but I think it would be inappropriate to ask. It was really interesting to talk to them. Cool being able to see immigration in action from both sides of the fence. I talked a lot with the 14year old girl. She spoke perfect english. She thinks Oaxaca is boring compare to Phoenix. I guess I can kinda understand that. She was really american though. It was odd.
What is is with American pop stars? In continuous order I have heard at least 10 songs by female pop start. Grr. What is wrong with Mexican pop music?
There is some awkwardness in my family. My mother is kinda a bitch. I went out to eat Saturday with my brothers. I had a salad and a beer. Came back and putzed around and hit the sack. Ended up vomming and speewing nasties out of my rear all sunday. Mmmm dry heaving. The next day I attempted to eat breakfast and go to my soccer game…dumb idea…puked up my breakfast. Slept it off till about 1. Went down and talked to my mom and to possibly eat. Conversation ensued…blahblah…and according to her I drink to much, that is why i got sick. She says to me…..el alcohol.eso fue. sin duda. Good bitch. I tried to explain I hadn´t drank since wednesday and only had one beer last night. Thanks for feeling bad for me when im vomming.
She is also very gossipy. A couple nights I has a naughty boy and came home kinda late at night/morning. But only a few times. I dont think she approves of this. I dont think I wake her up. She is just suprchristian and lame….thus tells on me to the program director. Thus…my name is and will always be king of awkwardness.
Plus I have noticed my brothers dont talk to me as much since I missed my second game. The first i was passed out….the second I was vomiting. I think I might move…but it might be more awkward to move.

We are going up to the mountain this weekend. Should be sweet.
My parents are supposedly coming earlier, since Day of the Dead is booked 800 years in advance.
So they will be here in 20 days. Crazy