Gurl talk

So... this just happened:

Her: Guuuuuurl! my husband has just been named DEAN!!
Me: I knooooooow gurl! congrats! should I call you 'First Lady' now?
Her: Haha... You know it gurl!
Me: Huge responsiblity, huh?
Her: That's what they said once he accepted: it's the second most honorable title at the University, good name BUT with an incredibly huge work load, extra long hours, same paycheck, 10 scheduled meetings per week, giving up his research projects... how lucky are we?
Me: I'm pretty sure the other person proposed by the Chair of Directors and the University President is truly happy your guy won.
Her: Lucky bastard. I'll be sure to thank him when, if I ever meet him.
Me: In that case... you're welcome?
Her: ...
Me: ...
Her: I never meant the "bastard" part. I know I love you gurl.
Me: I know gurl.

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Yeah, I was first runner-up for Dean.
Again.
Yeah, I was offered the position two years ago.

And I said "It'll be an honor, but not yet... I'll let you know when".
Again.
And they said: "Ok".
Again.

So he said (4)...

- I HAVE TIX FOR BRUNO MAAAAAAAAARS!?!?! Wanna come?

- Ummmmmmmm...
- I know, you no like-y.
- And you know if it was Pablo Milanes or Mercedes Sosa I'd go.
- Huh?
- You know, Southamerican folk music?
- Are you sure you're bulgarian-american? not full argentinian?
- That's what my mom said.
- Oh honey... she lied.

So he said... (3)

While driving...

- Wait! I like that song! What's its name?
- Lemme check my phone.
- Shazam?
- Nope... Siri, what's the name of that song?
- ...
- Nothing
- Try again?
- Siri, what's the name of that song?
- ...
- Nothing
- Is something wrong with your iPhone?

- I don't have an iPhone.
- 😮
- 😎

Weird is such a strong word

It's funny how you spent a good amount to time saying "I don't want to"... but then life says "I don't care, I simply won't let you".

It feels funny.
Not angry.
Not sad.
Not unfair.

And pretty weird.

Shout out to my stalkers!!

Apparently I have stalkers... yay?
And I know them, but I don't know when, how or why they stalk me.

Actually, I do know why.
As far as I know, my school friends are the only ones luuuuurking around these pages.
They asked about me not writting much here and well, to be honest I don't have as many funky adventures as I did before, much less the time to write about it.

Still, I love mah gurls!
Miss you when I don't see you as much as I should and love you more than we did when we were 10.

So he said... (ii)

- How was the Dr.'s appointment
- I need surgery
- WHAT?
- Nothing major, in-and-out. Nothing to worry
- WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?
- I'll be out of the office 4 days. But it's standard...
- No, seriously, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?
- About what?
- OUR CIRQUE DU SOLEIL TIX!!!!
- ¿?
- What?
- They'll cut me open the week AFTER the circus.
- Great!
- It makes me so happy you have your priorities in order.
- I know, right?

Among office people (1)

I guess this will be the place where I let go off the steam that comes with sharing office space with many personalities and moods.

No one reads this stuff anymore so... yeap.

A dream is a wish your heart makes?

I had a dream... 

I was having a comfortable and civilized conversation.

He asked me about life, about love.

I replied with simple words like "happy", "nice", "useful", "promising"... I had nothing to complain.

He asked about my job.

I said "incredible", "changes", "happy", "tired"...

He said he'd stalked me from time to time.

It surprised me.

I said I did it on him, once or twice. Nothing much, moving on.

And then I woke up.

Moving on... and having a weird dream that's becoming a blur the more I try to recreate it in my mind.

So he said... (i)

"I believe you'd make a great mom"

And, for the first time in a long time, I didn't have much to say.