(no subject) @ 03:00 am
Current Location: Munich Airport gate G40
Current Mood:
indifferent
indifferentWell, what's new? This is my 4th airport this week. Soon I'll have a 5th. I'm waiting for my plane to Malta. Not much happened while I was in the Czech Republic, cept that I went to Karlovy Vary(Carlsbad) for a day. It's about 15 minutes from my grandma's place. If any of you have seen Last Holiday, that's where the Latifah lady stays. I saw the film on the airplane flying from Denver to washington 2 weeks ago. Let me tell you, when they show a picture of the city with the background that is clearly painted, those mountains do not exist! There are only hills around Karlovy Vary, and the mountains that do exist are hills compared to the Rocky Mountains. I'm sure you guys can tell that that part of the movie really annoyed me. Anyways, that same day we went to my aunt's pharmacy to pick up sunscreen and stuff for the trip to Malta. My aunt wasn't there, but she knew we were coming so she told the ladies that work there to look for us and try to give us the stuff for free. My cousin really likes to speak to these ladies, she's practically friends with them, and I realized just how much my cousin talks about me. This one lady knew almost more about me than my dad does! She knew what shampoo I liked the smell of when I was 11! Of course, it's not new that my cousin talks about me. When my mom made me go to school with her, before I could introduce myself to the kids with, "Hi, I'm Michalka" my cousin has to go and say, "This is Meeehele Serrrnaa, my cousin from AMERICA!" So not only does she butcher my English name, but then her friends think I don't speak czech and sometimes they find out in awkward ways, like if they say something about me. Yes, very awkward indeed. People are staring at me how I'm sitting on the floor at the airport by a power outlet. The Czechs are playing a soccer match tonight so I'm wearing my jersey, and I'm giving mean glares to people in Portuguese jackets. I swear they started it. This just proves that I can talk about absolutely nothing for some period of time. My dad likes getting to the airport early, so I only have a couple more hours to go. For some reason when I hit the delete button, I went back a page, I thought I had lost this whole stinkin' entry!
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