stuff

i never wrote my favorites so i'll do it now

Favorite book: Cunt
Favorite movie: A Clockwork Orange
Favorite album: Murder Ballads (Nick Cave)
Favorite song: Time (Pink Floyd)
Favorite story: i really want to tell my favorite story but i know it isn't school-appropriate, especially since nik knows very well who i am. so heres the warning nik: don't read this if you don't want to hear about my illegal activities in mexico over the summer.










the story of this summer, where me and my stepsister were in puerto vallarta looking to buy a sack and found two mexican boys (we found out later they were stepbrothers, same age difference as us!) building stone sculptures.
they didn't speak more than 2 words of english, but we were able to communicate what we were looking for. we walked through the main street, just kept going straight down the road, past the beach. they led us up this path where no tourists were (i had a knife on me in case they were gonna jump us). we went up, climbing rocks. trees on either side of us. we got to the top and it was just this huge cliff with no one around, rocks to sit on, looking down over the whole city and ocean.
then we rolled a joint with our newly purchased bag, all the while trying to teach the two brothers english curse words, while they taught us spanish swear words. (kind of hard since they didnt understand ANY english and we only knew things like 'gracias' and 'por favor' and of course, 'mojta' [weed].) we traded lighters so we'd have something to remember the others by. after we smoked, we walked back down into town, gave our new friends hugs goodbye, and got back on our cruise ship. father and stepmother never knew what happened, we just told them we made some new friends.

here are the pictures, minus the one of me, stepsister, and the brothers all together (for anonymity reasons).
the rock sculptures/balancing act. no glue or fasteners, these guys just balanced them right on top the others!
this is the view from the cliff we were taken to. pretty amazing.
last but not least, the brothers we smoked with. this is the only proof i have that this incident actually happened. we never got their names either.