I spent tonight in Chino hanging out with Pieter, got to meet his friend Steph so that was cool. It was a really good night except for two things, it took over 2 hours to get there b/c of craptacular LA traffic (it's only 45 miles away), and the second thing is that Pieter was wearing brown shoes and he had his black pea coat on, so I was quite distracted by all of the clashing going on there. Ah, I kid, I'm sorry I couldn't resist. Don't be mad, I heart you. Plus you should consider it a testament to your straightness. :) Oh, by the way, that's part of what I was writing down on my little notecard tonight, a reminder to mention that, which is why you couldn't see it. I know, I am a cruel and horrible person. Watch, now you'll just move away to Oregon & never speak to me again. Okay, so I didn't mean to make this pick on Pieter time. Seriously, though, I am sad that one of the first official friends I've made since moving to LA will not be around much longer. Oh harsh universe, why must you betray me?
So yesterday when I went to get my oil change one of the mechanics told me I was pretty in Spanish. It was kind of awkward, so I pretended that I didn't know Spanish. I kinda feel bad, but I never know what to do in those situations. And yes, back in Spanish is espalda, glad to know after 5 years I still remember a little something. Me duele mi espalda, if I'm not mistaken.
Anyway, I also wanted to point out, in case it had not been made clear, my family is in fact a bunch of elitists intent on superiority. This can best be evidenced in our racial hybrid of German, Welsh, and of course Indian. Racial purity of course being an antiquated form of elitism. This can also be evidenced in the fact that the two sons in our family have chosen the profession of ministry, the number one vocation dedicated to one's self and having very little to do with serving the needs of others first. My father of course, instilled in us this brand of elitism, what with doing everything necessary to make sure his youngest brother was taken care of when he moved to the states. Even when his brother bailed on his own business, my dad stuck with it to pick up the pieces for him. That's the kind of elitist jerks we are. I hope this clears up any confusion.
So yesterday when I went to get my oil change one of the mechanics told me I was pretty in Spanish. It was kind of awkward, so I pretended that I didn't know Spanish. I kinda feel bad, but I never know what to do in those situations. And yes, back in Spanish is espalda, glad to know after 5 years I still remember a little something. Me duele mi espalda, if I'm not mistaken.
Anyway, I also wanted to point out, in case it had not been made clear, my family is in fact a bunch of elitists intent on superiority. This can best be evidenced in our racial hybrid of German, Welsh, and of course Indian. Racial purity of course being an antiquated form of elitism. This can also be evidenced in the fact that the two sons in our family have chosen the profession of ministry, the number one vocation dedicated to one's self and having very little to do with serving the needs of others first. My father of course, instilled in us this brand of elitism, what with doing everything necessary to make sure his youngest brother was taken care of when he moved to the states. Even when his brother bailed on his own business, my dad stuck with it to pick up the pieces for him. That's the kind of elitist jerks we are. I hope this clears up any confusion.
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And, you should have said "Gracias" to that guy. It means "thank you". :o)
Yes, I now realize that I should have said, gracias. I feel like a jerk about it. :\