Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Mama said something about knocking you out, but I wasn't really paying attention, were you?
By far my most favorite thing about this boxing class is watching the guys greet each other with enthusiastic kisses on the cheek. I wish they did that shit at Gleason's. It would be a sight to behold. All in all, I appreciate the cheek-kiss thing they have going in this country. I'm kind of shy to initiate it, on accounta it's not automatic for me and what if I go the wrong way and kiss them full on the mouth or just whack them in the head with my forehead or something? - but I'm more than willing to accept it. But when I leave class I'm going with just saying "chau" and scooting, so I hope I'm not coming off as some don't-touch-me uptight type. Actually I think my "type" is more "hapless nincompoop who freezes like a deer in the headlights anytime anyone addresses her with the simplest of questions." It's pretty awesome, being a foreigner. Now I know how all those Korean chicks felt in my Vis-Com Core class in college. Tonight, I study verb conjugation.
Also, getting whapped with boxing gloves on a sunburn? It does not tickle. I think "I have a sunburn" is "tengo un quemadura del sol" or "estoy quemado" or "el maldito sol es mi ENMIGO, mira, mira, el piel es tan rojo y quemado, soy un monstre" but I didn't want to be some kind of, you know, pussy. But I'll be one here: owwwww.