It's been 23 years since the first time. But as much romantic as it sounds or it might be me remembering, it's just as bad, as I still haven't figured out how to make more than 3 steps without falling on my face and landing in the most awkward of ways.
This, a week ago, resulted to a minor fracture just beneath my elbow, but being the baby I am when it comes to pain, I made my friends drive me to the hospital for x-rays and now I have it hang for almost a week now. It doesn't hurt that much anymore, but that little bit of pain and the fear of hurting it more makes me keeping it hang around my neck. One day, I swear I'll perfect the art of walking one day. Swear down.
But the cool thing is- and this one goes out to all the ladies- that I didn't get that from just walking. I'm a cool dude and I don't walk. I skate. I don't eat. I skate. I don't get laid. I skate. I don't like girls. I skate. I don't like boys. I skate. Anyway, I tried to do an ollie -skate still- and I didn't make it at first and I gave it another try - “cause I'm a sk8er guy”-. I landed on my ass, palms and elbow. So there you go.
Anyway I got an internship at a magazine and I'm waiting for a reply from another magazine. Hip hip hooray for doing work and not getting paid. But who am I kidding? I barely do any work. I write 2 or 3 articles a day and then I have all the time to clown around. But this has become less fun now days as my cat has grown older and is too bored of my games. Or so it seems. Sometimes he responds some others he just yawns.
Athens is fun minus the money problems. We found this bar the other day where whiskey costs 3.20 euros. Yup 3.20 and it's the worst watered kind of whiskey you'll ever find. First I thought it was just because the bartender had put too much ice in my glass and I asked him for straight the second time. Still, it was watered and tasteless. Kind of like that T.V show, Big Bang Theory. But can't really tell which is worse.
Talking of slightly fractured elbow bones, being bored and having nothing better to do, have I ever told you about that time I had H1N1? Well, it was Christmas 2009 when I got it. Right after seeing a band called Bellvue Cadillac. Seems like smoking at a small smoking area with everyone smoking around you it's not the healthiest thing one could do.
Anyway, it started with head aches and sore throat. Then chills down my spine and then dizziness and then slightly high fever. It was the season to be jolly that for sure. The fun thing is that I had to return to the U.K to hand in my last assignment, get my grade, pack my stuff and leave. So I was pretty nervous that I wouldn't make it, miss my hand in date for the assignment, miss my grade, leave all my stuff and get charged extra for the room I was staying in. Plus, I'd have to do the same class ALL over again. That I couldn't stand.
So, thank god the doctor said I could travel if I was feeling any better and the fever had dropped. And so it happened. I went back handed in my assignment and waited for my grades. I had two weeks to kill till my grades were out so that meant me staying there and wait.
So in January of 2010, I started going out with a friend of mine almost every Thursday night, blog more regularly, watch a lot of movies, read more books, drink more coffee than Brazil produces in a year and smoke more cigarettes than your grandpa has/had smoked in all his life.
One night as I was out at that club/bar I used to go, I met up with another friend of mine that we used to hang occasionally every Thursday night. She was cool and I liked her. Guess she liked me too, BUT she didn't know I spent my Christmas having the H1N1 disease. Which was a big deal back in the days.
So as we were hanging outside at the smoking area, talking about what we did during Christmas, and how we spent these holy days, at one point we kissed. Now I have no idea, why or how it stroke me but right after that I said with a big grin “you know I had H1N1 during Christmas...” took a drag from my cigarette and kept on smiling.
Then she pushed me slightly moved back a little and said “what's that? Is that that swine flu they've been talking on the news?” I casually said “yeah” and went on explaining how I had to wear a mask on the airplane etc etc but you should have seen her face.
I meant no harm, I didn't do it to upset her or anything and definitely I wouldn't do it to pass that on to her. But her face was more like “eww...and I just took a drag from your cigarette, let alone kissed you...you pig infected bearded unmasked weirdo.” At least that's what I read on her face. Then she said “if I have any symptoms in the recent future I'll know who to blame!” or something like that. As far as my face is concerned I bet it read, in a tipsy way, “yup I got to wear a mask on an airplane and the guy who was sitting next to me when the plane took off left and went to sit elsewhere and I got to have a full 6 hours sleep. How cool is that?”
We stopped talking a couple of months after that, guess we had nothing really in common apart from drinking, music and boredom.
On the bright side of things, as I said before, I got an internship of some sort and I'm waiting for a reply from another magazine. We have a gig on the 11th of November which by the looks of it, it does seem promising and on the 6th of December or something like that it's the graduation for my M.A degree. Now I'm off to bed and remember: learn to walk then run, don't tell a girl you just kissed you had H1N1 and Jesus Christ is waiting to high-five you at your local church so don't leave him hanging. Till the next time, bababooee and keep goofing it up.
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