The Whimsy... Part III

Continuing the present personal series of posts (see the introduction and first entry here).

The First Day of Spring 2002
Age 15, Mazatlan

I don't think I'm brown, still red until further notice.  I read about 6 emails from Mar!  She said my teenage will and testament and "so long" note really made her emotional.  And every day at 4 (3 her time) we're gonna think and talk to each other [even though we weren't in the same place].  I said we should go talk to and meet some people.   She shrugged it off and said she wanted to shop instead but then again didn't because all the stores are dirty.  I laughed.

There's 3 guys around here, mostly all blond, and while we were playing BINGO, one (the cutest) waved to me from across the pool.  Me, being my nervous self and only 85% sure he waved at me, I only smiled and it grew bigger as his eyes lingered.  Maybe I'll meet him (them) tomorrow.  

Mar practically made me write an email to Chris the guy because she said (in the emails) how he's always complaining about the lack of communication with me.  Instead of feeling special or binded to him, I feel proud, like I've proven myself worthy, interesting, and - using Chris' word - missable.

How I love it here. If only Mar were here.  Then we'd be going insane with exciting pleasure!

*** [later that day]

I guess you could say I'm off my rocker right now, or in English, drunk.  Every move I make is fun and time passes by exceptionally quick.  I can barely remember the walk around the hotel I just took.  I smile hello and say hola to people without second-guessing myself, which is how it should be all the time.  Nobody was around outside for me to flirt up anyhow.  What a bore.  Oh, to have a friend!  But it is just me, Kristina, all for me and me for all!  I like my outfit.  I appear sober I'm sure, although it doesn't feel like me writing! LOL.