Power Outages

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Stormy Weather

Journal Entry 32


-Quick! What’s the number for 9-1-1?!

At some point last night the power went out. And when it came back on, the electricity was so weak that it couldn’t even power the fan. Candles had to be lit even with the lights on, and it was ridiculously hot. I woke up at four and stayed awake, unable to sleep but still pretending to. The mom came in at some point and stroked my forehead. And thus began my last day in Guabito Panama. Read the rest of this entry »

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Journal Entry 30


-Give a man a match, he’ll be warm for a minute. Set a man on fire, he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.

Yay. Woke up in yet another another power outage. Someone in the real world wanna count them up for me? I’m too effing lazy, and I can’t count beyond thirty without needing a calculator. Ok, a thing of coffee to keep me from falling asleep. Anyway, no electricity, no washing my clothes, no shower, and, oh joy, the water has decided to go kaput too! I went to the kitchen, only to discover that there was absolutely no water. I tried to sink in the outside room next, and though there was some water, there was almost no pressure, so it basically just fell out a few drops at a time. At least there is drinking water in the fridge and in the water tank. Yay. I have something resembling a hope. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lils prancing

Journal Entry 23


-Alfie, why is there a sinister beeping coming from behind me?

Ok, time to stop trying to sleep and do something productive! * brushes hair for about two minutes * Well, in my defense, I really need sleep to deal with today’s shit. Nataly’s cousin wandered in when they did, last night, at eleven pm. So glad I did not go with them. There would have been Hell then, instead of just last night and this morning. Well, about eleven, they come into the room, where I am pretending to sleep, not wanting to talk. I notice a second person, and because Elizabeth isn’t supposed to show up until today, I played the peeking game for a while. It was Nataly’s cousin, whose mom I wrote about a while back, the one who was making recycled flower pots and stuff. They turned on the light, and of course, I get an itch from one of the bug bites on my shin. But I really don’t want them to know that I am awake. They get ready for bed, turn off the light, rustle around looking for something, turn the light back on, find it, and turn off the light, sharing Nataly’s bottom bunk. Okay, I’ll finally get some sleep. Read the rest of this entry »

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Elizabeth and Nataly

Journal Entry 21


-Life, it’s like God’s way of kicking your sorry ass out of heaven and yelling “And don’t come back!”. Death, it’s like God’s way of dragging you back up to heaven by your collar, mumbling “Okay, I think you’ve done enough damage…”

I have no clue what’s going on. Yesterday was a no school day. And I thought it was Friday. So imagine my surprise when I was awoken at five o’clock to get ready for school. On the plus side, I finally got a shower. On the downside, it was still out of a bucket. With cold water. And my stomach still hurts. Read the rest of this entry »

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Night in Panama

Journal Entry 20


-Last night I lay in bed and looked up at the stars in the sky, and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling?

Today has been another bad day. My stomach has been killing me all day, and we are experiencing another power outage. On the plus side, it’s raining. On one part of the downside, they still won’t let me play in the rain, because they are afraid that I will get sick. I am a Humboldt girl. All of my classmates will remember about how all of the school that was able to get out of class, or had no class, would go stand outside in the rain. Stand, look up at the sky like chickens, play in the puddles, laugh. Here, no one laughs, they just huddle beneath structures and hide. I cannot live like this. Read the rest of this entry »

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Touch me and die

Journal Entry 19


-I did not trip and fall. I attacked the floor and I believe that I am winning.

Today was another abnormal school day. All we’ve done is do a skit, and now we seem to be playing dress-up. Or maybe it’s Have Lillie Strip In The Classroom And Put On A God-Awful Dress Thing. Which is way too tight in the shoulders. You know, either one works. And, sorry, but boys, hands off my fucking buttons. Unless we have been dating for quite a while, you will not take off my shirt for me. And definitely not at school. I do not need boys to help me change my clothes. Fuck, I don’t need anyone. I’m a big girl now, and I’ve figured out that 98% of the time, the left shoe does in fact go on the left foot. That extra 2% is usually for fun. Or just to fuck with someone.

My hair is all gross and stringy, and it smells really bad. Who am I kidding, I smell bad. My hands get all oily just brushing against my hair, and it looks all wet and shiny in the mirror, which I have taken to avoiding. I need a fucking shower with real water. And I need a flushing toilet. My plan before I left the States was to stick it out for three months. It seemed reasonable. Read the rest of this entry »

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Journal Entry 16


-If stupidity got us into this mess, why can’t it get us out?

Well, woke up to find myself n the middle of another power outage. Which means no fan, and no computer. Also, no washing my clothes. Which is a big problem, because I only have three bras that fit me, and all are in the laundry. Which I cannot do. So now, I have to wear one of my two back-up bras. Which are too small, and seem to be made for someone with triangle-shaped breasts. Which I do not have. On the very short list of things I do have, is a pulled muscle that freaking hurts, and a mosquito bite on my forearm, which has swollen to be larger than a quarter. Read the rest of this entry »

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