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"MY TRIP BACK"
Santiago, Chile
17/08/1999
19 years old
Ohh yes, yes let me tell you about my wonderful trip back from Africa. From Maputo, Mozambique to be exact. We left my Dad's house fairly early, I'd say at around 9am we were already in line to check in our baggages. Not only were we waiting in line for more than 50 minutes, there were only 5 people left before our turn came, what happens? Surely the "Italian Family" shows up.
Don't worry, I have nothing against Italians, just these people. They were blonde, posh, snotty and arrogant. They felt that there was no need for them to be waiting in line like the rest of us, they arrive late and immediately approach the front counter to check their bags in without thinking at least once that what they were doing was rude and unfair.
Luckyly the chick in front of us was the "Hey man, wait in line!!" type of person so she immediately protested. They ignored her and everyone else at the same time, figuring they were too high class to even look at the common folk waiting in line. My Dad, ever so annoyed, also protested and was also ignored. My cousin unable to understand the commotion in words but merely in action immediately pushed the family away from the counter and set himself up in such a way that he was "the" bodyguard and "nobody" was allowed to pass the line.
The Italians protested and about 3 of the common folk applauded my cousin's efforts. The rest were too dumb founded and plain annoyed at the Italians, they made no effort to make this known. In the end the "Italian family" dissapeared, 5 minutes later they show up "INSIDE" the counter and get all of their bags in. The American chick in front of us continued to protest for about 3 minutes then gave up, it was no use, these Italians were getting in before everyone else, no matter what.
We finally checked our bags in and had about 5 minutes to say goodbye to my Dad. We filled in the International Police forms to leave the country as we were in line chatting with my Dad, the line moved ever so slowly but we had time so no one was fretting. Guess who suddenly shows up and cuts in line.
Yes, the GUCCI family. These people were just too much. Everyone figured they were so stuck up that they would obviously be in first class in the airplane, imagine everyone's surprise when the Italian family shows up in economy class demanding they serve champagne, and everyone's content as the air hostesses completely ignore them.
The time came when we had to go in and embark. I hugged my Dad tightly and shed a couple of tears. It felt awful to leave my Dad all alone after the wonderful 3 weeks we spent with him. His eyes got watery as he kissed my cheeks goodbye. I hugged him once more letting him know that I would also miss him terribly, he held on to his dear life...he did not want to let go. When we finally did I looked away so he couldn't see me cry, he hugged my cousin goodbye also and shook his hand.
We went in, I looked back and waved for the last time. This situation was probably too emotional considering he will be visiting us in a month's time, the sad part was leaving him all alone with nothing but his work to keep his mind busy.
The flight was fairly quick, a 50 minutes ride. They served us a snack...some gross chicken sandwich with a juice box and a muffin, talk about high class cookin. We arrived in Johannesburg at around 12pm and took a Taxi straight away to the Holiday Inn. We arrived and paid for two single rooms. Silly but it was Dad's idea to pay for separate rooms for us, so we could have a good rest before the big trip the next day to Chile. In my room I lied down on the bed and watched a bit of tv. I called my cousin to his room and asked him where he would like to eat lunch, he mentioned he had noticed a MacDonalds close by when we arrived and that he yearned to eat some really greasy food, I agreed and we left to McD's. We ate then went to the Flea Market. Bought a lot of junk to take back then walked to the EastGate Mall. Bought stuff then went back to the hotel.
That's it from me.
Countess Olivia
"SHE'S GAY"
Santiago, Chile
23/07/1999
19 years old
Ohh boy, I haven't written in a while. I'd just like to say...holy shit. Thank you. Anyhow, the little party at Countess Gay's uncle's house never happened.
We arrived at Countess Gay's house and decided to just stay there. We had a family thing with her parents, we all sat around the table and ate "once". The term "once" in chile is defined as "tea time". Chileans have the custom of eating a huge lunch and just tea and sandwiches at night. Once also means eleven in spanish, I don't know what that has to do with tea time. Ok, so we have "once" with her family, everything is going well...there's Countess Gay's Mom, Dad, two little sisters, her brother, his girlfriend, me, Countess Ankles and Countess Gay. It was a pretty small round table but we managed to all fit in comfortably. So, I repeat, everything is going well until Countess Ankles opens her big fat slobbering mouth. She didn't shut up once, she yakked on and on.
I could understand if the conversation had some interesting content, but no, all she talked about was the downfall of Countess Cateyes, she pulsated on the fact that she is her best friend BUT she's a bitch a whore, she sleeps with any guy, she uses drugs like she eats food...blah blah blah.
Fours hours later, no joke, Countess Gay's Mom interrupts her and tells her that she really doubts that Countess Cateyes is such a good friend since she's trashing her image completely. Countess Ankles turned red, almost blue and kept quiet.
So the night went on, we went to Countess Gay's room and talked, looked at old photos of when she had long hair, or any hair at all (she has a shaved head). We drank some cheap red wine and ate chips, went to bed and that's was all. Ohh no that wasn't all, Countess Gay got a bit too drunk and started to talk about having no gender and stuff like that. In with that came Countess Ankles giving her little commentaries on how disgusting homosexuals are, and lesbians are disgusting, and gays and blah blah blah. Countess Gay was about to tell her that she is gay when Countess Ankles decides to go to the toilet. I asked Countess Gay whether she wanted Countess Ankles to know that she's gay. Countess Gay answered no and I told her to keep her mouth shut because in her drunk state things could get out of hand. She did and we forgot all about it. That was all on Saturday July 17th.
I leave for Africa tomorrow at 11:30am. I haven't even packed my bags yet...I don't wanna go now. I don't know why...what am I saying? Yeah I wanna go! IT'll be fuuun!....hmm yeah. Yesterday was my last exam, Printing. On Thursday I had realized that I had left a heck of a lot for the last minute and that I'd have to arrive at the printing room on friday at 8am. So I did, I got up at 6am and arrived at UNIACC at 8:40am. From then on I didn't stop, I was running from here to there, leaning over my carvings printing, eugghhh I sat once because I couldn't take it anymore. I ate nothing, I drank nothing.
Arghhh, I'm stressed.
Countess Olivia
"THE MONSTER"
Santiago, Chile
17/07/1999
19 years old
Well, exactly one week from now I'll be on a plane heading to Mozambique. I got my tickets, my passport...oh speaking of my passport. I have a Chilean passport, isn't that cool? All my life I've travelled with my American passport but never with a Chilean one. Maybe it should mean something, nah, truth is I had to get it because everytime an american, canadian and australian sets foot into Chilean soil you have to pay $50. So on my way back from Africa I'd have to pay $50 dumb dollars. To avoid this I got myself a Chilean passport, I had to go through a lot of burocratic bullshit to get it, but I finally did and I can spend those $50 bucks on something more constructive, like beer, lotsa beer.
It´s 3:51pm, I'm still at home. I should be in UNIACC already carving and printing but I'm not. Am I always gonna be this lazy? I guess I am not as motivated to art school as I used to be. Countess Gay is gonna cal me soon to scream at me "Where are you, you dumb ass?? You should be here!! ARGHH!!" (naturally she would be screaming at me in spanish but I thought I'd translate it for you folks). I'll answer her "I...uhhh..my Mom had a nervous breakdown and I'm sorta taking care of her, I'll be there in an hour I have to give Mom her valium". Hahaha...hmm, maybe not. I thought I'd write my journal before I leave, I'll probably have a big hangover tomorrow to even bother writing. I DON'T WANT Countess Ankles TO GO TONIGH!!!!
I despise her.
Why do I even bother disliking her? It's a waste of energy, waste of time...yet...she hits a nerve and I go nuts! Last Wednesday she called me a fuckwit. Why did she call me that you may be wondering? I showed her a little doodle of a really malformed woman (I like to draw that when I'm bored) and she calls me a fuckwit? I told her not to be mean, like this "Don't be mean". She throws a fit and tells me that she was only joking and that if I wanted to fight she'd be willing to do so. Is she a jerk or what?
Ok enough about that monster (later on I'll find a picture of her so you people can see what a freak she is...hehehe). I have to go look pretty, Countess Gay's cousin is a hunk so I have to look my very best. It's been a while since I've had a guy in my life. I doubt her cousin would be it, I speak in general. I haven't really had much time to reflect upon a male companion, maybe getting back into the dating world is gonna be harder than I expect. Oh well easy come and easy go, it just wont stop.
Tata and laadeeda
Ready...set.....burrrrp
Countess Olivia
"PARTY AT UNCLE'S"
Santiago, Chile
16/07/1999
19 years old
Hahahaha, why I did that I do not know. Ok here's the deal. Countess Gay called me up and I finally had a "good friend chat" on the phone for my very first time here in Chile. You may be wondering what a friggin "good friend chat" is. I'll explain:
good friend chat n. (buddy, chum, pal)
1 having a conversation with the
right or desired friend, adequate.
2 that chat you have with your best friend, you know, the one where the purpose for the call
was pretty dumb and you spend most of the time talking about nonsense and/or about other people, and acually
enjoying it.
Yeah, when you've had a life like mine you don't take those sort of things for granted. I had only reached to that "good friend chat" in my 3rd year in Canberra, Australia. Countess Orael was that chum and we'd always be calling each other to rammble on and on about nothing. It takes a heck of a lot to make me happy, but this, this one action, this one step in a friendship is what I live for. I love being in that level, I love being able to hang out with that one friend and not have to have a conversation, being comfortable enough to just sit there. I always value and remember the people I share those moments with, even if for some reason these situations have no real impact in your lives, to me these are the best moments.
Countess Gay called me today and we had a "good friend chat". She told me she was so tired and sick of exams that she talked to her uncle yesterday and told him she needed to get really drunk and let out some steam. He invited her to go to his house (5 blocks from hers') and have a drinking session with her cousins, a family thing. She agreed happily, thing is she had called him from the art director's office and Countess Ankles just so happened to be there with her. Countess Ankles invited herself, why am I not surprised, and Countess Gay being the nice likeable person she is agreed. When she told me this I gasped, I know Countess Gay too well to know that these little gatherings at her uncle's house are extremelly special and important for her. Sharing this with Countess Ankles of all people, Countess Gay must have been insane!...Any old how, to make a long story short Countess Gay invited me to come along. She said she would only be able to have a good time having me there. Ok, now how should I take this offer? Should I take it as a compliment to our friendship, she trusts me enough also to be inviting me to come along. Or, is she inviting me to take care of the psycho so she wont get in the way?
Oh God, I don't know...I could probably be paranoid. Well, I accepted the offer.
Tomorrow, Saturday, I'm going to UNIACC to do some carving and printing, then we're going to the movies at Normandie to see "Tango Feroz". After the movie we go to her uncle's house, get really drunk, sleep. Then Sunday at 12pm attend the gallery show of the senior class in some weird gallery.
Ready set...burrrp
Countess Olivia
"NEUTRAL"
Santiago, Chile
15/07/1999
19 years old
I hate migraines. It's as if I make myself have these things, even though I know it's not true, I still think that there must be a reason to why I get them at least once every two weeks. I don't wait for them like a lot of extremely stressed people do, I just began to notice this today. I got an awful migraine today at around 5pm after getting back from the mall with my Mom. I took two Naproxeno's and went to bed. I woke up at 11pm ate a sandwich and now here I am.
Looks I like I failed painting. I don't care, I mean I can retake it next year. I also failed photography, now that's embarrasing considering the professor was so easy to get grades from, even so I failed. I'm a bit worried that I'm starting not to care whether I fail a class or not. Maybe I do and it's gonna hit me later, hopefully I wont go crazy from that.
I'm planning on remodelling my page again. Going for a Pop Art motif, strong colours. I'm thinking blue with orange, red and yellow, purple and yellow. Depends...I actually like the way my page looks at the moment. I'm having problems being creative at the moment. The motivation is just completely gone. Even designing stuff for my page, something which I love to do, has taken me so long to just sit on the computer and think and play around with images. I doubt I'm depressive, that would suck, I just think that at this very moment I'm neutral about everything surrounding me. Or I could be on this mood right now cause I had painkillers 30 minutes ago and they are kicking in. Yeah, I think that's what it is. Usually my journal entries have more exclammation marks and question marks on them. I think I'll leave today's journal entry like this. Pity I'm not in the mood to really write much.
Summary of how I feel:
Countess Olivia
"COUNTESS DRUGO"
Santiago, Chile
12/07/1999
19 years old
A D??? I got a fucking D!!!! I can't believe this!!! THis sucks!!! Arghhhhh, Countess Gay did some really disgusting drawing of a foot, the big toe looked like a golf ball, the other toes looked like a bunch of leaches on heat (if that's possible).
I had my Drawing exam today. Remember how I said I would wake up at 5 am this morning to draw? Hahahaha big fat ugly disgusting chance!! I woke up at 8:45 am and my exam was at 9AM!!! I arrived there at 9:40am (world record for me) and was relieved to find only Countess Lame, Countess Carey and Countess Gay had arrived...the model hadn't even shown up yet.
The exam started at 10:30am and I was on a roll, I drew so well I even amazed myself (excuse the ego). So the exam finishes at 2pm, I drew and drew without taking a break...I was happy...until the professor starts marking. Oh I could understand the A Countess Carey got, her drawings were fantastic, I could also understand the As some other people got. What I simply COULD NOT comprehend was the D I got. Apparently the lines were too thin, the structure was all wrong..blah blah blah. What pissed me off the most was that Countess Gay got a B, her drawing sucked...I need to mature big time.
Yeah, Countess Gay is my best friend, but hey jealousy is normal human emotion. Yeah it may be wrong and extremelly pointless, but it's real and it happens to everybody. I can't go around denying what I feel, I can hide it in order for others not to get hurt...but I am definetly not going to deny feeling this...those who do lie. I'm always feeling jealous of Countess Gay. She gets amazing grades, why? She's diciplined..I'm not. All the professors love her, my professors don't know who the fuck I am. But I just have to continually tell myself...that's her and this is me. Comparing myself to ANYONE comes from complete insecurity and I have to stop doing it, even if it's real I suffer too much from it. Countess Gay's artistis abilities are just as valid as mine. That is all end of story.
After the exam we sat around chatting with some other students then left to go get a bite to eat. She invited me to go Countess Drugo's house to hang around a bit. I immediately said no. Countess Gay knows I dislike that girl yet she continuouslly tries to make me like her and I don't know why. Yeah, they're a couple (sort of), and yeah Countess Gay is my friend but that doesn't necessarily mean that I have to like Countess Drugo or even pretend liking her just because Countess Gay sleeps with her. To me Countess Drugo is cheap and braindead...if Countess Gay likes her, that's fine..I respect that. I'm just not gonna be Countess Drugo's buddy.
I got home and my cousin was using my computer looking up for stuff on South Africa and Swaziland. We chatted a bit, he left...lalala end of an interesting yucky day. At least I got Drawing over and done with. I have 4 more exams to go and I'm ready.
Countess Olivia
"SINUSES"
Santiago, Chile
11/07/1999
19 years old
What more can I say but that I AM SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY going mad. I just did a little study plan for myself so I wont stress out so much about exams. Haha isn't it funny how it didn't help me at all, and that instead it stressed me out even more?
I'm not so sick anymore, sinusitis crapysitis. Fuck my sinuses for deceiving me!! Arghhh here I am complaining about being sick, Countess Olivia the hipocrate isn't even taking her medication! I can't take antibiotics right now?!! They'll fuck up my system all over again and I won't be alert and ready for my exams!!!
Today was a total vegout. Mom and I spent most of the day together in her bed watching tv. We even ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed. We were both in heaven....this doesn't necessarily mean that we didn't get up at all. Someone had to bring the food upstairs...ohh and cook it too. We had to have out toilet breaks! It's only natural! What do you want from me?
The day was cloudy and rainy, perfect for a long awaited full-day bed rest. I almost froze to death in the shower... just my luck my shampoos and conditioner were in the other bathroom. Mom being such a lovely kind creature that she is refused to get out of her friggin bed to get my shampoo So what did I do? In protest I got out of the shower, didn't even bother to dry myself up a bit, didn't bother to throw on a towel. I stormed by her room stark naked, got my things from my toilet then stormed back into her bathroom. My mother gasped, following that came her lecturing on me being sick with my sinuses all fucked up..how could I...yadda yadda yadda. I seemed together when I did that little scene... but ohhh no I was freezing to death...that'll show her....and ohh boy did it show her. Geez, could I stoop any lower?
Why am I not stressed? Am I insane or what? I think I'm gonna fail drawing class....DRAWING!!! C'MON!!! This is what I'm good at! How could I possibly fail in drawing?? This is insane! I AM SO LAAAAZY!!! I should have drawn all day today instead of vegging out...ARGHHH!! I am astounded by my stupudity sometimes...ok ok, putting myself down wont get me anywhere. All right this is what I'll do, I'll get up at 5am tomorrow morning and I'll draw like crazy till 7:30am. Then followed I'll get ready for college and I'll get there at 9am sharp (hopefully) and do my exam. Smile at my professor and talk to him sweetly in a "I was suffering so much when i was sick, but I'm here now and I'm ready to work!". Yeughh...anyhow, hopefully I'll get some drawings done.
I am going to apply for Rhode Island School of Design. It's the only smart thing for me to do. Plus it offers better courses on Illustration than any of the other New Yorkean Universities I looked into. I'd be taking Illustration of course, duh duh duh double duh...one more duh...duh. It offers wonderful courses and it's perfect for me, at least for what I want. I have to start taking advantage from the fact that I am American, with an American passport and with American rights...the right to study at a good college. Plus, RISD has a lot of prestige....if I get in of course.
MY parents were very happy to hear this news, my Mom and Dad both told me they'd prefer I go to Rhode Island than Australia. Australia is just too far away, plus, they don't even offer any Illustrative courses at the ANU. Let's face it, I just want to go back there to releive something that is simply long gone from my life. I need to start thinking about me, my career choice and putting value into my decisions. I am too impulsive for my own good, luckily this RISD decision was carefully planned and I'm taking it little by little. I'm gonna have to wait for another whole year to go there but I don't mind at all. I just wish I could leave UNIACC (my college here in chile) and do something else, but I need to start getting better grades from now on, they'll be looking into that when I apply at RISD.
My brother arrived well and healthy in Johannesburg, South Africa. He got a bit lost at the airport but 30 minutes later Dad found him and they went back to the hotel. Dad told us that they went to see The Phantom Menace, ate at McDonalds and went back to the hotel to sleep. In the following morning they left Johannesburg and arrived in Maputo, Mozambique in the afternoon. Mom was so worried yesterday that this news helped her sleep better tonight.
I'd better go, I need sleep for tomorrow's exam....SHIT!! I have to get up early tomorrow to draw!! FUCK!!! Damn it....I shouldn't have written so much...ARGHHH!!!
Ok, this is it...goodbye now.
Countess Olivia
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