Here we go it’s 1 pm here and I am not going to stop moving my fingers until 1:10. I’m also not going to use the backspace button unless it just happens.
What am I thinking about right now? I don’t know not too much. Last night was pretty stupid. I got to this new hostal. Yes with an al. And it’s pretty trash, I thought it might be one of those fun hostels, but not at all. Good thing I only booked it for one night.
Ya I’m cruising around right now trying to find the right fit for me to stay. But OMG! I just am so scared of committing!! You get discounts if you book for longer which is cool, but Idk, I hate being trapped and a month feels like such a long, long time to me.
But ya last night was so dumb. I went to a little party last night and got home at 144am. Everybody in my room was awake looking at their phone. However when I left for my wandering about before I finally found the fiesta, everybody was asleep! And when I got back, my phone had 1% like usual, so I went to bed thinking that I was going to miss my basketball game which I committed to.
There’s that C word again. Commitment. I fear flaking. I loathe flaking. I DO NOT FLAKE. This being said, I hardly commit to anything. If I do commit to something, you can expect me to be there.
I like to leave my options wide open. If I do commit to something, it’s because I think that such an event or option will bring me some sort of luck. Often times I won’t go out, because I think that sleeping will bring me more luck because I’ll feel better the next day. But what if I was invited to go out with people in my industry like a week before? I’d probably (haha probably) say yes, because this is probably my best option for luck creation.
I’m stoked because I have a little group of friends going out here in Mex already. I have the gringo who I found on instagram like 2 days before I moved out here who I lived with the first 11 or 12 days. On the second or third night I was here, we went and played ping pong at the Pinche Gringo. I balled out and kinda stood out being the new gringo who is beating everybody. Now I’m in tight with the ping pong crew. I also got to meet the owner of the restaurant and am about to go to his place to grub out and watch the superbowl. Also, one of the ping pong players has had a successful modeling career. I was at his bday party last night which was filled with other successful models who have been able to travel the world, doing their thang. I’m trying to bring this into my life.
There it is 110pm. That was ten minutes of straight writing, but I still feel like getting more thoughts out of my brain cause I type so slow.
I just took a bus and a metro to get back. I’m still yet to see another gringo on either system. I think it’s kinda fun/funny and I like being immersed in the culture, trying to pick up what people are saying and just doing the people watching thing. Sometimes we get in that metro like straight up sardines. I’ll get a video of it sometime.
Okay if anyone actually read this one all the way through, you da real mvp. Dare I reread it? Eh maybe. But I promise, I won’t change it. ** Edited for annoying typos 115pm