Yup, I'm back, and I've got one thing to say:
I really don't wanna go back
-I've actually been here since last last Tuesday, but I've been busy-

-Warning: These are going to be splattered ramblings of whatever thoughts of Mexico are going on in my mind. No real order to things, just chaos. You have been warned.-

Well, yeah, I would like to, just not with my Mexican family. They really are nice, but the fact of the matter is is that they annoyed me far too much.

Everytime you entered a room, you had to hug and kiss everyone there or they take it as a personal insult. If you left the room for more than five minutes and came back, you had to go through the whole process all over again ><" I am NOT a huggy kind of person, I like my privacy and personal space. Over there, they can walk right in while your changing or while you're alseep -as in 1:00 at night- and have a jolly ol' conversation with you.

It seems I'm one to attract children. I like kids, really I do. They can be quite useful obtaining information. If you don't know who anybody is or you need to know a certain word, you can just ask a younger one without feeling embarassed or stupid. The thing is, that once they realized that I wasn't going to ignore them -there's so much family over there, the little kids need ways to amuse themselves- they decided I'd be the perfect form of entertainment. So everywhere I went a herd of little kids followed me around, screaming "Mira, es tu novia !!!!" -Look, there's your boyfriend!!!- or prodding my stomach and squeezing my cheeks to no end. Let me tell you this, it got old fast. I hated not being able to talk to anybody, not being able to draw or listen to music by myself, not being able to hang out with my friend E or talk on the phone with :sanyumi:. I even missed the family dog Papichulo, whom I've hated for quite sometime for nibbling my actionfigue Gaara's head -believe me, I can hold a grudge-. I found myself crying sometimes because as much as I hated it over there, my mom, dad, brother, and sister all loved it and were making promises to come during the summer. I know I sure as hell am not going back.
As much as I loved the scenery and the overall humdrum life of Mexico, the surrounding family and the obvious poverty was far too overwhelming. Going there made me realize how good I have it in the US, and it made me appreciate what I used to call my overbearing family over here. Someday when I'm older I plan on going to Mexico, but just by myself. I don't want to stay with the family, I want to go on my own and enjoy it. I don't hate Mexico, and I'm all for the Mexican pride, but I really am not a family person.

Speaking of family, we had a family reunion over there. Let me just say that it was bad. The whole night I had to stand there, greeting whomever dropped in and attempting to have a conversation. I had to greet over 200 people. Yes, over 200. My dad, who never taught me spanish, was having the time of his life and he was all smiles -usually all he does is frown over here-. It made me sad to think that my dad could never be as happy over in the US as he was in Mexico. But then all thoughts of sympathy left when I had to greet more people/deliver food/set up the little kids for the pinata. And, like most nights, I had to stay up late because I was continously interrupted from my sleep. The party lasted all night and the music was blaring the whole time. I was cranky, to say the least.

You really can't drink from the water in Mexico, or else you'll get really ill. That's why every house has at least two huge water containers in the kitchen. The water there is always hot, and since there's no ice you have to drink either hot water or coke. I've had coke with breakfast, lunch, and dinner for two whole weeks. I'm known as a soda-holic, but I was just to the point of being sick when all there was to drink was sugary coke. I have a whole new love for Pepsi.

There were no name brand foods whatsoever. Doritos, Fritos, Tostitos didn't exist. The only time they did was in chili or avacodo flavor. Nothing was plain except for lays chips, and I hate that brand. EVERY PIECE OF FOOD HAD CHILE ON IT!!!!!! WTF?!?!?! Even the icecream!!! One time, becuase I was feeling really sad, my mom and dad treated just me -what a relief, 'cause usually at least five cousins follow us into the car- to McDonalds. We had to request they not put chile on my McChicken. I wanted to strangle somebody.

Tomales are one of my favorite food. Once a year at our house we spend two days making three potfuls of homemade tomales. Over there, you can have tomales every morning. At first I found it totally awesome, but then I realized that tomales weren't special anymore. The once-a-year bonding moment had been transformed into the everyday breakfast. Soon I began to hate that too. It makes me sad.

Just me babbling on and on. I think I'll be posting a couple of Journals on different parts of the trip. This is just all the stuff that came to mind just now. -sigh- It's just really good to be home.

And by the way, you guys sure as hell left me a lot of stuff to look at I'm still reading messages and looking at art/writings. There's so much stuff I have to catch up in.