The Black Sheep Ha RBF
So, first and foremost I apologize it has taken me so long to get this post out. I have legit sat down to write this about three times but I live in Italy ya know? So there are a lot of things to distract. BUT, I really care about my 5 dedicated followers and it won't happen again.
Okay on with this post. Living abroad I have found people are brutally honest. When you have about .5 seconds to make friends, your friendships kind of start about 2 years in when you are comfortable enough to say whatever you want. This has led me to accept the fact that I have resting bitch face. It is a thing I have always kind of known about myself. But, lets be honest no one wants to be like - hey I look like an asshole and thats okay. SO, I have been working really hard to soften my resting face - which by the way is totally exhausting. But, I think I am getting really good at it because I have had a lot of people approach me and ask for directions. And, in my opinion no one is going to ask for directions from a jerk; they are going to ask the nice looking girl who they all think speaks Italian. Which leads me to topic B. Looking like a nice person kind of sucks. All these people keep asking for directions and while I am getting better and can understand them - I can't always respond. But, guess what guys... I am frequently told my english is very good. WHOO! I don't suck at my native language I just must sound weird speaking it now. Italian word to learn here Bitch = puttana.
Okay, completely unrelated but I have to tell you guys about the grocery stores here. They are so f**cking weird. Every single one was an Old El Paso stand randomly in it somewhere and the shit on it will make you never want mexican food again. You know how we have like french onion dip, queso, whatever in a jar? They have the sickest looking "guacamole" and I seriously think they just whipped off carmines face after eating avocado and put it in a jar. And, rest assured that is far less disgusting than the other mental image I was going to provide you all with, however feel free to ask and I will tell you because I think its funny. Anyways, so I am standing there giggling to myself and the weird shit on this display and the fact that they have "Jack Daniel's Cola" here - I have yet to try so no clue if there is whiskey in it. And out of no where the YMCA starts playing over the loud speaker in the grocery store. I thought it was a weird joke. I burst out laughing thus looking like a pyscho and blowing any chance I had a looking like a local. But really, YMCA?! Maybe you had to be there.
UPDATE: 20mins after writing this I can't stop craving tacos... WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!
Monday I am off to the citizenship office so get ready for a bitchy blog about that.
PS I update the pics with my pictures from Dublin and what has been going on lately.