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Sweet deal. I'm getting paid right now, writing this blog. It's holiday pay for memorial day and it's the first time I've ever stayed at a job long enough to get it. My new position is way harder than I expected. Daniel made it look so easy. I've been running around right and left trying to keep up but I keep falling behind. Gustavo (the supervisor) said I learn really quickly though, so thats probably good.
He taught me a spanish tongue twister the other day. Tres tristes tigres tragaban trigo en un triga'l. It means three sad tigers eat wheat breat in a field and I can say it three times fast. He was telling me how he told Darci about it and she couldn't do it at first.
Oh for anyone who keeps reading these and wonders what ever happened with her, the answer is nothing. I gave her a letter written in Spanish and she never sent me anything back. I saw her again the next day, and she was still flirty, but romeo said she couldn't understand it so she wasn't going to write anything back. The letter was gramatically correct; I already knew this, but I had Miguel look it over and he said it was quirky but comprehendable. Apparently it wasn't. I decided to lose interest after that. The communication gap bothered her more than it bothered me but I know that I would learn way faster if I was dating a Spanish speaking girl, or living with a Spanish speaking roomate, or just spending more time around around people that don't speak english.
She left a week or two after I stopped trying to talk to her. No one has seen her at work and people keep asking me where she is. I don't know. I hope she is okay though.
There are a bunch of cute Guatamalan girls. None of them have really stuck out any more than the others lately. I haven't really had much time to look anyway, driving the forklift and filling out paper work. I have noticed I can usually tell the difference between mexicans and guatamalans just by looking at them. Guatamalans are shorter, darker, and have rounder faces. They are more Indian decended, I believe.
Today I dug a very deep square hole and it turned out perfectly. It was for an egress window at my parents new house. I dug it for them because my mom has been driving me to school.
Oh, I almost forgot. I had an unsettling week. When I went home at about 4:30 am the night I wrote my last entry, I heard a girl screaming for help as I was walking between two buildings behind the railroad tracks that run behind my apartment. She didn't sound like I had ever heard anyone scream for help before. She sounded so scared like the scared that actors can't capture in movies.
When I passed between the buildings I saw a big guy with a cap and a red shirt pacing back and forth beside a car. The girl kept screaming "Help me! You're crazy!" and I heard another guy I couldn't see say "Shut up bitch!" I ran past the big guy, who was obviously a lookout, up into my apartment to look for a baseball bat. It wasn't where I left it so I grabbed a frying pan and ran back into the parking lot. The big guy had gotten into the car and the head lights were pointed right at the door of my apartment as I was standing in the frame holding nothing but a frying pan. I thought I was about to die for seeing something I wasn't supposed to but the car pulled behind the dry cleaning building.
I ran back upstairs and called 911 and told them I had just witnessed a rape behind the bars and I didn't know wether they were still in the parking lot. I went out onto my roof to look for anything going on and I saw the same car pull back into the exact space it was in before. No girl. The cops talked to whoever was in the car but there was no evidence and no girl.
I walked back inside and called the police station asking if they needed me to fill out a police report but they said no; there was no need. I got the distinct impression nothing was going to happen. I don't know what happened to the girl, who she is, or wether or not she is alright. I hope she is. If she ever comes forward I'll tell them what I saw and heard.
The next night I stayed at my parent's house and the night after that I stayed in Sioux Center with Miguel. I didn't go home until thursday night, friday morning after work. One of my windows was broken and some furniture in my room was turned over. There was glass everywhere and one of my guitars was missing. I thought it was the guys I saw in my parking lot. They know where I live.
I reported it but the cops said it was probably from the storm on wednesday that I didn't know about. It did a lot of damage. It was kind of strange that it turned over furniture. I called my mom and she said that my landlord was looking for me. He had came into the apartment because he saw the broken window and couldn't get ahold of me. He saw the same thing I had and thought that I had been carried off by someone. My mom also said that my brother had come in and wrapped my guitar in a blanket to keep it safe from the weather. He shut the second window pane too.
Anyway, I'm getting new windows because this is the forth one that has been broken since I moved in. Wind? Seriously? I'm also getting new carpet because there is glass shards ground in in the bedroom and the living room and it was old and stained to begin with.
The stuff that happens downtown is really messed up.
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Posted by nick_cross on 2008-05-27 02:29:32 | Rating: | Views: 95
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ha, sounds like fun, i wouldn't want to live dnowtown. Sounds like it suck's. I wouldn't know becaues i live in the wood's.
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Posted by pinkstar2008
on 2008-06-03 11:15:07
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