La gringa chilena

I'm supposed to write an essay about my dreams for my fashion class. Draw out a little goals map, all very creative. The assignment sounds like what I do on a daily basis, plan out different futures, try weigh the happiness of one against the other. I feel like I'm running out of time, forgetting I'm only twenty years old. I feel much older than that, feel like I've lived longer. I see my friends getting engaged, moving out, moving in; it's such a strange time, trying to grow up and obsessively planning the next 25 years of our lives. It's a time to make something of ourselves. Short term: So I was planning on going back to Chile, to study to become a teacher, take some fashion classes. Dance around the city, revive my blog. I know you guys have missed it. But speaking long term: I dream of going to New York. Working in a fast paced industry, learning how to express myself, how to create, through fashion and writing. I want to come home to my little one bed...

I love it when you call me princess When you told me I was too royal for my castle That I deserved the world. I call you my prince, mi principe Eric, john, and Adam are all taken Which is good, because I personally think they're all overrated. So am I Cinderella with a dainty pointed foot Or a mermaid singing songs about crabs No, that's lame, just like these lines, But prince Diego and princess Megan Sounds pretty nice.

¡Ponte vía! Salí del avión como estrella. Onda: esa escalera gigante, donde bajan los presidentes y famosos, esperados por periodistas y cámaras. Pero no había nadie esperándome, solo una micro para llevar a todos a inmigración, porque no era la presidente, y estábamos en Perú nomas. Después de dos o tres horas en el avión, el aire se sentía rico, mejor que el congelador en que habíamos llegado.  Tomaba mis pocos pasos peruanos hacia la micro. Me hizo pensar en si podría decir que había visitado este país, ya que olía el viento fresco, y que tenía que esperar tres horas y medio, hasta mi próximo vuelo. Mi cargador es una carga: Aun no había la información de mi puerta, solo diez minutos de wifi gratis. Tuve tiempo para decirles a mi familia que mi avión había llegado bien, y no entendía el acento peruano, dejándome con 13% de batería. Mi cargador está casi roto; tengo hambre y no tengo soles, tengo 750 pesos chilenos. Mientras caminaba por el aeropuerto, me di cuenta que cas...

Do you remember when we went to that park, after I bought you donuts. I didn't want you to think I believed in Machistas, porque era una gringa feminista. Walking down to the park, you told me that this is where they filmed the movie que pena tu vida. Y fue bacan porque en ese momento mi vida era el opuesto de penoso; caminando de la mano mirando al río Mapocho. That day, with the sky and sculptures as our backdrop, I got to know you. We sat and talked for hours. And I knew I liked you, and that I would be writing about that day, our days together, and our days apart. Creo que después te fuiste a conce. Me daba lata porque sabia que te iba extrañar, aunque era solo por el fin de semana. In a couple months the majority of our relationship will have been long distance. (And I miss you.) Que penoso la vida. You told me that we would fight less, see each other less, but love each other more. I didn’t understand that logic, because if that was the case, why were long distance relatio...

They're bad guys, I complain Making me feel out of control They yell and they cry and I do the same, in sync They make me bad, I reply Jumping up from my chair They yell and they cry and this time it's my turn They make me go crazy, I plead As I rush for the door They yell and they cry and all eyes are on me because They are afraid of me, I whisper As I realize that I may be The bad guy, egging them on, They yell and they cry.

First weeks: So far I have learned that I desperately need a new computer, that free donuts on campus are better than their public affairs mission, and that Missouri is hotter than Mercury. I think that is the hottest planet, but I switched out of astronomy to geology, so now, Missouri is hotter than a volcano. First Days: I was nervous. Why? Because I haven’t really gone to school in a while. Like a year and a half. I love the first day though. Looking at everyone’s outfits, meeting the teachers, knowing that all the other days will be a lot harder, but for now I can enjoy no homework. Unless they assign me homework on the first day (which they do). They gave me donuts and a Coke, and I figured it must be fate that I was back. But I doubt there was that much destiny involved. First Thoughts: I have never seen so much Bear-wear, maybe it’s culture shock? Lol. But the real culture shock is not hugging and kissing everyone who approaches me, and the fact that there are ...