I can’t remember if I told you guys, but my boyfriend and I recently broke up on the eve of our anniversary. Needless to say, I haven’t been taking it too well. As a result, I’m trying this thing that I agree to everything I’m invited to. So far I’ve met a couple of really outstanding people, been to Aventura Mall a few times, been offered a job at a store where everyone is good-looking, witnessed the beach at night, watched the Superbowl, stayed out past midnight several nights on school nights, enjoyed my ring ceremony last night, and I might actually be getting a free ticket to Ultra. And I keep thinking, “This would have never happened if I were still with Gilbert because I would’ve called and invited him and acted like a proper, non-crazy human being and then we would’ve been home right on time and the whole thing would’ve been just darling.”

But with the good comes the bad and the truth is, I’ve been doing a lot of things that are terrible for my body and they’re taking their toll already. A close friend of mine suggested today that I start having a lot of sex instead and maybe he’s right. There are two major problems,though: finding a guy who doesn’t brag, is good in bed, and won’t want a relationship out of it is incredibly difficult to find, and I’m afraid that it will be me who starts having feelings for this hypothetical person and ruins it because I, like most other women, really enjoy relationships.

I hate to end this on such a pessimistic, cliff-like note, but that’s all I’ve got so far; there is no resolution yet, I don’t know how my life is going to turn out like. At the very least I have something to reference my biography on when I get older.

Last night Bertha Maria and I set out on the mission that was fixing my iPod- I had lost my charger, locked myself out, and needed a massive four hour long update. At four in the morning, eight hours after we began, we finally fixed everything and I was a chunk into 1984 which Alejandro had delivered to my house as a surprise Christmas gift. We awoke three hours later in order to go to the DMV and have my address changed so that I won’t have to pay a ridiculous insurance rate, but rather than waste our lives at the DMV, we did it online in like 20 seconds and went to Walmart for an oil change, followed by a trip to the supermarket with my mum to buy food for tomorrow’s feast. Afterwards we spent a while selling and buying clothes in Miramar at Plato’s Closet, our favorite thrift store, and then later back to the supermarket to buy grapes because we forgot them. When we finally arrived home, we cleaned my car until it was absolutely spotless with the entire process taking us just under three hours to complete. We then went to Chili’s for congratulatory dinner, got home just before her mum arrived, and I served her pudding in a cup for the ride home. Good day overall, I would say. 

My boyfriend is in the middle of the Caribbean, my mum is at a party, Abby is asleep, and Bertha Maria just left.

1. I’m not excited about Sunday in the least.

Dear World,
are you kidding me ? I don’t miss a single person, but rather a collection of people that vary depending on the circumstance. Asking me to write to one individual for this letter would be like trying to color a rainbow using a single crayon. So who do I miss ? I miss Betsy when anything happens, Cyn when I need understanding, Enrique when I’m feeling talkative, Julian when I have a new man, Bertha Maria when I’m going out, Ingrid when I head to a laundry room, and Michael when I think about  the past. It doesn’t stop there, not even close, but if I were to name every single person who makes me smile from ear to ear, I would be here for way too long. Besides, the people I love know I love them from my constant compliments, verbal abuse, and the fact I tell them.
You guys make my heart swell up with happiness,
Flavia.

Bertha Maria and I dressed up with the most children-like clothes we could fit into, put our hair up, and headed to the city for kids to do what they want to do. Besides being an hour behind schedule and being pulled over, the trip went spectacular. And once inside, we marched through the streets with our checklist of events in one hand, a pen in the other, and matching Coach Bags with over a thousand Wongas each hanging from our shoulders content that our schemes had fooled all. So we raced through countless careers, climbed a mountain, and went to the fair at what must have been record breaking timing all while snapping away picture after picture of everything we witnessed. The icing on the cake however, was when we were told that we must have a parent present in order for us to leave the city. Just when we thought we had managed to convince Sam that my mother was on her way and that she approved of us leaving- which in reality she had- he said that he would prefer for us to wait for her at the entrance. That’s when I lost what little sanity I had retained throughout my visit and explained to Sam my real age and our purpose for being there today. He rolled his eyes in a rather rude way and finally allowed us to walk into the mall where we spent the next couple of hours sprinting- literally- from one wing of the mall to the other until our ride finally did pick us up. Although it may not sound like a particularly exciting way for you to spend your time, we can honestly say we had a blast.

Dear Bertha Maria,
you were surprised last week when I mentioned that day fourteen would be your day, but did you really not see it coming ? It’s not like it’s a particularly rude letter or anything, it’s just honest. Although lately we have been drifting back together thanks to that bounce house-waterslide thing at Miami Beach, Wannado City tomorrow, and my mother’s secret pudding recipe that you still haven’t got your egg-allergic hands on. Why ? Because were freaking Pangaea, that’s why.
I have to go help you find an outfit now,
Flavia.

Hard-headed, foolish, and just a tiny bit gullible; Bertha Maria is completely head-over-heels for my mother’s cooking, particularly her egg-free sugary treats. In fact, there are mornings when my mother drops containers of sweets especially made for Bertha onto my lap along with many kind words of encouragement and love for her apparent third daughter. The second being our turtle, Teresa, but that is a completely alternate post. And although we may bicker every once in a while, Bertha and I share countless of pleasant memories that include everything from adventures at SeaWorld to chismosiando at the pool; either way, I’m really glad this girl is a part of my life, even though she allows bees to sting my side rather than telling me. :P