I moved in today!

Today was the big day! I moved out of my little town into a little bit bigger town to go to college away from home.

                                                    Just kidding, its not that small and crowded.

The hour and a half drive was a little bit hard to deal with, only because of the fact that my mother was basically crying the whole way up. She is so sweet, but it makes me feel so bad when she cries because I''m leaving. There's just nothing I can do about that. I don't want to see her reaction when I leave for 3 months to SP next year rather than moving there. Lucky she already knows I want to more there so she can be a little more mentally prepared.

My apartment is OK, a little worn out but I guess I shouldn't expect the Ritz Carlton. My roomies seem pretty cool. They all are talkative and seem respectful and fun. I hope that this year will go good with them.

Tomorrow is the first day of classes, and I get to see one of my favorite Brasileiras, so I am looking forward to that.

Wish me luck!

Beijos,
Alex

Stuck in a Rut

I'm stuck in a rut you guys! It sucks but I have really nothing to write about.

 This is what I look like now, because I'm stuck in a rut and I have regressed about 15 years.

All I do now is sleep, eat, and go to work. No funny stories to tell of and no world shattering news to be broken in Brasil.

Oh well, next week HAS to be better because my birthday is on AUGUST 1st!

Me da beijos por favor.

Abs,
Alex

Doctor's Office Adventures.

You guys know me by now. I like to rant a lot, and I'm sorry about that. At least I have attentive ears that listen to what I'm saying!

Last night I went to the doctors office. I am not one for the doctors office...no offense to any doctors it's nothing personal. I just don't like the sterile smell and bone chilling air conditioning ...it's nothing about the doctors themselves.

The comical thing is I still go to my pediatrician. Here I come romping into a pediatricians office, 19 years old, into a room filled with 1-10 year old children, four times taller than anyone in the entire building that happened to be tastefully wallpapered with zebras and giraffes. I guess they were gong for an "African Safari Chic" look or something.

I waited for close to an hour in the waiting room with snot-nosed kindergarteners (no offense kiddies) until the nice nurse called me into the room of evil where she weighed me (I gained 5 lbs since last year...shit, time for some Oxi) and grew an inch (I guess that sets off the weight? And I thought I stopped growing like a year ago...guess not.) I was given my hearing test and all the other incidental physical stuff.

Off to the private room we went. This room was a little different in motif, but just as classy with firetrucks and firemen plastered on the walls. What should I expect, I mean it is for children, right?

I waited for another hour until my cute middle aged doctor came in and patted me down, stuck her fingers in my neck, made me bend over with her standing behind me, and asked how many times I have had unprotected sex...awkward. Just when I was bracing for her to pull down my pants and do the infamous hernia test she proclaimed that she would believe me if I told her there was no problem there. I told her no problem, because lets just say I'm not used to mommas in my underwear. Phew. The air conditioning of doctor's offices does strange and embarrassing things, if you catch my drift.

Now comes the needles. I hate needles. The only time I find them acceptable is when they are found on the street, dirty or already used and are filled with foreign substances. Joking. But I do hate needles. Good thing they injected me with hepatitis, measles, mumps, rubella, tuberculosis and the flu. No wonder I feel like shit today.

The moral of the story: Don't get that many shots in one day because it will make you feel like shit the next. And don't let fondling happen in a cold room. I sure as hell wouldn't!

And I swear, next time I go into a medical facility I'm going to ask why they feel the need to emasculate men with the 34 degree F air conditioning.

Ate logo!
Beijos & Abracos,
Alex

How come I blog only when I'm at work?

It's a vicious cycle. I get to work @9am, sit down (which hurts because my sister kicked my tailbone really hard the other day, so its black and blue..jerk) and start blogging. After that, I surf O Globo, Globo, Estadao, and all the others until lunchtime. And then I blog some more. Then I go home and listen to Nara Leao and Adrianna Calcanhotto under the super hardy palm tree in my back yard.. There's no hope for me.

Its not because I don't want to work or anything, it's because nobody gives me any work! The only work I have to do is translate documents from Portuguese to English which is not really work for me. And I also have to plan a trip to Brasil for the company, but that is hardly considered work in my book. It's a crazy coincidence that the company I'm working for has interest in Brasil!

I wish I were more productive....boohoo.

*PS. Yes, you really can grow palms in NJ