Coming out of "La Carreta", the Cubanese cuisine restaurant outside the Miami International Mall, my dad decided to give me some advice. He said:
"Irene, when you accomplish your aspiration of becoming a drug-dealer in Miami, remember, cash is King. Make sure all your illegal transactions are in cash because that way, they can't trace them back to you."
All of you out there aspiring to become Miami-ese drug dealers, take this advice to heart. Mysteriously, my dad knows a lot about things like this (Ha, just kidding.)
Have a good night Miami.
xo Peace.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
iLike
Listerine, air-conditioning, Hershey's chocolate, black Egyptian bedspreads, Hot Topic, posters, cheese Doritos, Sidekicks, Crest toothpaste, neon-pink nailpolish, Skullcandy, Rainbows (flipflops), Facebook, rapid eye movement, gum, iTunes, NEW CULT, pool water, fresh sheets, silver rings, vanilla-scented candles, unsecured WiFi networks, when people love me, summer nights, transparent furniture, Halloween, foreign artsy movies, peace, Styrofoam coffee cups, cheddar cheese, songs that bring back good memories, Skype, political humiliations, MTV, Forever 21, black Escalades, Xbox 360, modern abstract art, Pokémon, cutoff jeans, Youtube, Southern Europeans/Balkans, clap-on lights, literature, tattoos, bottled Evian, high ceilings, plush toys, big suitcases, baggy sweatshirts, plugs, scrunchies (completely underrated), night skylines, the smell of vehicle gas, the word “orb”, Camelback bottles, metal against hot skin, snakeskin high-heels, my iPod cover, queen-sized beds, black lace, Purell hand sanitizer, black beans and rice, fresh laundry, piercings, 80’s fashion, Vitamin Water, crumpers/krumpers, yearly organizers, bracelets, laptops that work, bandanas on my boyfriend, American cashiers, genuine compliments, redish lip stain, honey-almond Cheerios, erotic-stores (Elena!!), cabs/cab-drivers in Athens, Cherry Coke, brutally honest people, mirrored skyscrapers...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Florida <3
So, i landed in Miami International Airport on Sunday at 17:30. This would make the time in Basel 11:30-ish.
Irene=not jetlagged at all. We went to Dollar Car rental and got our annual Chrysler (!!!) and drove to the Crowne Plaza Hotel. I swear to god, if anyone ever stays in Miami, Crowne Plaza is the way to go. The beds are to DIE for. Anyways, then we went to dinner at...TACO BELL! Not bad starting our trip in the States with top-class fast food. Kudos, Taco Bell. You're the bomb. Then i watched MTV until whatever hour. (Is it me or does the standard keep getting worse? "My Antonio" ?? What the fuck is that supposed to be?)....then sleep.
Day 1: due to the awaited and inevitable jetlag, i woke up at 6 am. Good 8 hours of sleep, i think. Me and my dad, off the Crowne Plaza Fitness Gym (haha, it's actually called that) where i treadmilled for about 20-30 minutes. Shower, dress, breakfast. Pack and get all the shit into the car. (At this moment in time, i just HAVE to say one of the things i miss most when i go back to Basel after a trip to my beloved States, is the American cars. LOVE LOVE LOVE them, is all i can say.)Then we hit the Dolphin Mall in the South-West of Miami. We probably spent a total of ....5 hours there? Spent over 500 bucks and ate a shit load. We loaded all our purchases (Purchase of the day: Pokémon Tshirt from Hot Topic $20.00) and Vroom Vroomm went the Chrysler, all the way to Key Largo to the Conch-On Inn. Which is where i am right now.
Day 2: Wake up, weird night...I dreamt i was in a room with the new music teacher at ISB, and suddenly all these people start filing in, being supported by like walking trees. And they're all like clutching their right legs, and when i look down, i realize their legs are turning into zombies. and i forgot to mention that they've all got shaved heads (neo-nazi style) So i ask one of them, and it went like this
Irene: what happened??
Zombie-foot man: the nazis got us
Irene: *confused* wait, you're nazis? (shaved head you know?)
Zombie: no jack-ass, the NAZIS!!
Irene: *starts coughing*
New Music Teacher: Irene, how am i supposed to be teaching with you making all that noise?
Irene *between coughs* aarghh *cough cough* i'm sorry i have to cough
New Music Teacher: GET OUT!
Now, my dreams always mean something:
a) what has already happened
b) what you want to happen
c) what will happen sometime in the future
But what is this one supposed to mean? Help! (my biggest bet, it means im going crazy in the Florida humidity)
Oh yeah, a topic i meant to touch on: THE FUCKING HUMIDITY! i can't stand it. It's already so hot and the moisture makes it all that much worse.
Continuation Day 2: had my first practice, and instead of Rich Hall coaching me, Gary Hall Sr. showed up!! I was so surprised to see him! Haven't seen him since December :) Anyways, had my training and then went to Chilli Willies (Mile Marker 87?) and had a half rack of BBQ ribs with rice, veggies and garlic butter toast :D HEAVEN!
So this has evolved into a huge-ass essay that no one is gonna read anyways. i'm going to stop with the day count anyways. Its too much of a hassle to write.
Peace and dry-weather
xo
ps. SOOOOO many cubans in Florida. Spanish=language 1, English=barely language 2
Irene=not jetlagged at all. We went to Dollar Car rental and got our annual Chrysler (!!!) and drove to the Crowne Plaza Hotel. I swear to god, if anyone ever stays in Miami, Crowne Plaza is the way to go. The beds are to DIE for. Anyways, then we went to dinner at...TACO BELL! Not bad starting our trip in the States with top-class fast food. Kudos, Taco Bell. You're the bomb. Then i watched MTV until whatever hour. (Is it me or does the standard keep getting worse? "My Antonio" ?? What the fuck is that supposed to be?)....then sleep.
Day 1: due to the awaited and inevitable jetlag, i woke up at 6 am. Good 8 hours of sleep, i think. Me and my dad, off the Crowne Plaza Fitness Gym (haha, it's actually called that) where i treadmilled for about 20-30 minutes. Shower, dress, breakfast. Pack and get all the shit into the car. (At this moment in time, i just HAVE to say one of the things i miss most when i go back to Basel after a trip to my beloved States, is the American cars. LOVE LOVE LOVE them, is all i can say.)Then we hit the Dolphin Mall in the South-West of Miami. We probably spent a total of ....5 hours there? Spent over 500 bucks and ate a shit load. We loaded all our purchases (Purchase of the day: Pokémon Tshirt from Hot Topic $20.00) and Vroom Vroomm went the Chrysler, all the way to Key Largo to the Conch-On Inn. Which is where i am right now.
Day 2: Wake up, weird night...I dreamt i was in a room with the new music teacher at ISB, and suddenly all these people start filing in, being supported by like walking trees. And they're all like clutching their right legs, and when i look down, i realize their legs are turning into zombies. and i forgot to mention that they've all got shaved heads (neo-nazi style) So i ask one of them, and it went like this
Irene: what happened??
Zombie-foot man: the nazis got us
Irene: *confused* wait, you're nazis? (shaved head you know?)
Zombie: no jack-ass, the NAZIS!!
Irene: *starts coughing*
New Music Teacher: Irene, how am i supposed to be teaching with you making all that noise?
Irene *between coughs* aarghh *cough cough* i'm sorry i have to cough
New Music Teacher: GET OUT!
Now, my dreams always mean something:
a) what has already happened
b) what you want to happen
c) what will happen sometime in the future
But what is this one supposed to mean? Help! (my biggest bet, it means im going crazy in the Florida humidity)
Oh yeah, a topic i meant to touch on: THE FUCKING HUMIDITY! i can't stand it. It's already so hot and the moisture makes it all that much worse.
Continuation Day 2: had my first practice, and instead of Rich Hall coaching me, Gary Hall Sr. showed up!! I was so surprised to see him! Haven't seen him since December :) Anyways, had my training and then went to Chilli Willies (Mile Marker 87?) and had a half rack of BBQ ribs with rice, veggies and garlic butter toast :D HEAVEN!
So this has evolved into a huge-ass essay that no one is gonna read anyways. i'm going to stop with the day count anyways. Its too much of a hassle to write.
Peace and dry-weather
xo
ps. SOOOOO many cubans in Florida. Spanish=language 1, English=barely language 2
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Fall Break....
So it's finally october break. The first third (kinda) of school is over, the leaves are falling off the trees, and i continue to write blogs. Tomorrow i leave for Miami, FL. As much as i wish i could be 100% euphoric right at this moment - in about 48 hours, i'll be swimming with Gary Hall Jr. + Sr., i'll be able to eat american fast food again, i'll pop into CVS whenever i feel like it and i'll be experiencing the sweet Florida sunshine, while everyone here in Switzerland is freezing their asses off - there's a certain bitter-sweetness about this picture.
I do get to leave the (surprisingly sunny) Basel, and be embraced by the States again (HAHA!) but i am after all, leaving my tokepi behind. Although he's leaving for Majorca (asshole) on Monday, it still feels like i've been punched in the stomach by Mohammed Ali, puked, then forced to eat my own vomit and as a result have really bad indigestion, due to the stomach acid I ingested.
Let's not do a Michelle McPherson and beat around the bush:
I'm going to miss him. Legitimately. Beyond doubt. And now i'm starting to sound like Nick Berna, going on and on about how god is the answer to everything. Well, i guess in my case, he is the answer to my everything. And by 'he', i obviously am NOT referring to god.
(just for the record, i refuse to write god with a capitol G)
The word love is not to be used lightly, but this situation calls for heavy measures.
I LOVE HIM.
I do get to leave the (surprisingly sunny) Basel, and be embraced by the States again (HAHA!) but i am after all, leaving my tokepi behind. Although he's leaving for Majorca (asshole) on Monday, it still feels like i've been punched in the stomach by Mohammed Ali, puked, then forced to eat my own vomit and as a result have really bad indigestion, due to the stomach acid I ingested.
Let's not do a Michelle McPherson and beat around the bush:
I'm going to miss him. Legitimately. Beyond doubt. And now i'm starting to sound like Nick Berna, going on and on about how god is the answer to everything. Well, i guess in my case, he is the answer to my everything. And by 'he', i obviously am NOT referring to god.
(just for the record, i refuse to write god with a capitol G)
The word love is not to be used lightly, but this situation calls for heavy measures.
I LOVE HIM.
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