ooops has it been that long????

Okay so I've been a shit blogger lately but actually I've been a shit journaler as well. After Sitges we headed to Prades where I got to stay on camp despite my illegal status. But since I am an illegal I got to stay upstairs in the directors apartment. Its actually pretty cool and I've always wanted to see what it looked like well this time I got to sleep there. Prades was much the same. It was good to see the familar faces and places though. I am sad that Ill be missing Cava Fest but I guess it just wasnt meant to be. More to come later as I have to get ready for english activities now.

San .....oh no watch out!

In the past three years that I have been coming to Spain I have yet to celebrate San Joan, well this year was the exception. Nicola and I had safely arrived in Barcelona the day before and traveled to Sitges which is where Rachael lives. Sitges was going to have fireworks at the plaza, pronounced platha, for those of you who have never been here. We of course came prepared for a night of drinking because well thats just what u do. We went to the store and got wait for it wait for it, sangria in a box. Yes, folks it does exist and it´s delicious. It´s smaller than the boxes of wine in the states but big enough to help you have a good night. The only thing missing is a large straw, think large alcoholic juice box. We headed to the plaza with some of Rachaels friends and a box of sangria for us each.

The night´s festivities were to begin with a fireworks display. Now I´m all for a good fireworks display but this wasnt just a display it was like being in a war complete with shrapnel, smoke and burning ash floating down from the sky. It was crazy. Rachael´s friend actually got hit with some shrapnel and I was on the lookout for any burning ash looking for a place to land. The fireworks were cool looking but by the time it was over, we were all a bit tired of being ready to duck and cover.

After the war was over we decided to head to a local gay bar, which by the way Sitges is super gay, literally. The bar was super packed and the bartender was so cute. It was so sad. I mean here´s this super hot guy who I could dance around naked in front of and he wouldnt so much as flinch. I spent most of the night trying to devise ways to turn him straight. I never came up with a really good plan and it´s prob better because we hung out with him at the beach the next day and that could´ve been awkward.

One day I might get the hang of this

So on Wed. I boarded a plane and left for Ireland. Well for some reason I can't travel anywhere without some kind of ridiculousness happening. The flight was from Houston to London and took 9 hours, nothing really exciting happened except for the part where I thought we were gonna die. We hit alot of turbulence and all I could think of was the Air France flight, obviously we survived it. We get to London and I have to make my way through the airport so I can get on my plane to Ireland.
First I had to go through customs and through security again, which I dont get because I never left the airport. So I hand the lady my landing card and passport and then the grand inquisition begins. Now I do the same thing every summer but I have never been interrogated to this extent. She asked me the most random questions after asking where I was going then she asked me my friend in Irelands name and how I met him and where he lived and if he had a job and where was his job. Then she proceeded to scold me because I didnt have a copy of my itinerary that showed when I would be returning to the states. Reluctantly she let me through. Then I had to go stand in this other really long line. After a while I realized that I was gonna miss my flight to Ireland. So I went to the front and told the one person working this. Well she informed me that my flight had already closed and I would have to fly standby. She told me to go to gate 86 and talk to them. Well with her accent I heard gate 6, luckily the lady was really nice at gate 6 and sent me on my merry way. Once I got to the gates that were in the 80s I randomly walked past one and the man asked for passenger Todd, I was so excited I was practically yelling, "thats me". I boarded the plane and of course I was the last one.
Once we got to Dublin I really had to go to the bathroom so I went and all of the sudden I have a bloody nose. So I stay in the stall until it stops bleeding. Once I leave i keep sniffing and wiping at my nose so Im sure everyone was thinking I had just snorted some coke in the stall.
Next task was to get the bus to Belfast. Somehow I managed this without incident. Once I got off the bus though that was a different story. I had arrived at the city center and I was supposed to be at a hotel, well I didnt know where it was and by this point I hadnt slept in 24hours so I figured Id just call Richard and let him know. Well then I couldnt get his phone number to work, I tried all kinds of combinations, it just plain didnt work so I tried sending a text. After that all I could do was wait and hope Richard found me. Which amazingly he did, so I have to assume that he realized what an incompetent traveler I am, but then again he has heard about my adventures to Spain before.

Summer's Here!

For those of you who live in Texas you are well aware that summer has arrived. I think we all knew it about a month ago. For those of you who live in cooler places, you might still be waiting. School is also out which also marks the beginning of my summer. School has actually been out for a couple weeks now but I'm a lazy blogger, so I now will attempt to fill u in on all the exciting adventures in between.

The night of the last day of school I flew to San Diego. My Dad was out there visiting my brother and me coming was supposed to be a suprise but apparently my brother got drunk and told my dad. Lesson: don't trust drunks.

We had a suprise party for my Dad on Saturday and it really was a suprise, apparently my brother can keep some secrets when he's drunk. It was super fun and my Dad was totally suprised so that was really cool. After the party we went out in downtown San Diego. The bar that we went to seemed like it was a cool place but I couldnt confirm that because as soon as we got there I threw up in my hand. I know gross. So my Dad and I got a cab back to my bro's place, my Dad felt the need to inform the cab driver that I had just thrown up. I, however, didnt think this needed to be shared. When we got back to my bro's my Dad let a random cat into the house. Now I know my Dad was drunk because he doesnt like cats. So I had to get the cat out by luring it out the door with a hot dog. My Dad was not happy about this and informed me that the cat was his friend, again proof that he was a lil intoxicated.

The rest of the time in San Diego was pretty normal. I got to hang out with my BFF Josh and we had alot of bff fun moments.

Since returning home, I have been to a Chuck E Cheese bday party, had Rachel (Carmela's 4 yr old daughter) spend the night, decided that being a parent is crazy hard, taken naps, visited summer school, gone to College Station for Ninfaritas, gone to a dance recital and tonight we are grilling steaks.

Tomorrow I leave for Ireland, thus marking the true beginning of my crazy summer. Stay tuned throughout the summer for crazy stories about Europe.

Master of the Universe well at least education

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with getting or having a Master's although I guess u could day having more degrees doesnt make me anymore serious.

Last Satruday I graduated. I finally did it! YAY! I now officially have a Master's degree in Education. It's kind of funny because I didnt even really want to go to the ceremony but my Mom convinced me to and I'm glad I did. There's something exciting about hearing your name and walking across the stage and getting handed a diploma (or tube in this case), while your friends and family cheer for you. Don't get me wrong the rest of the time is insanely boring and I'm super glad that I brought my phone so I could text and play tetris. I asked the girl next to me what people did at graduations before cell phones. Afterwards we had a party at my Grama's and we all know that i love a good party especially when it's in my honor. So all in all the hard word has defintely paid off and I havent even gotten a pay raise yet....:).

A little too much Cinco de Mayo fun!

Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo so of course we had to celebrate. Hata and I never let a holiday go by without a celebration, pretty soon we might start celebrating the really insignificant ones like Presidents day or Columbus day. Actually I think Columbus would like us to celebrate him by drinking probably Ol Abe and George too. Anyhoo, I've become sidetracked. The original plan was that Hope was going to come to my apt. at 7:30 and then we were gonna meet the Tuesday night drinking club at the Armadillo Palace. Which I realize that it seems kind of silly to celebrate a Mexican Holiday at a country bar but thats how we roll, i guess. :0
Of course my life being mine things would not work out this simply for me. After school I get into my car and lo and behold that air conditioner is not working so I have to drive to Alvin to once again drop my car off and get a rental. So now I'm driving a Chevy Malibu. By the time I got home I was definitely ready to drink and drink i did. I had alot of fun I dont really know about anyone else. We tried to go dancing at the Roxy but it was empty and we didnt want to be the only people in there dancing, actually i was so drunk i prob wouldnt have cared but Hope wasnt so i dont think she was down.
We ended the night at a random Mexican restaraunt so I guess in the end we did end up eating Mexican food. So this morning when I woke up I was still drunk so I had to call into work cause I wanted to keep my job and also not get on the news as the drunk kindergarten teacher.

Bored Bored Bored

It's so sad cause there's a million and one things I could be doing right now but I dont feel like doing those things. So instead I'm sitting here watching t.v. and playing on the internet and I'm still super duper bored. I can't think of anything entertaining to do. I hate boring days especially because I know that really I should be studying for my final. I still have an entire week though so that totally makes sense as to y i'm not studying. Ugh! I hate boring days!