What the Faq
Trip Start
Oct 19, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Buzios,
Brazil
Monday, December 3, 2007
Go to the pool in the morning and I decide to stay here another week since I love this place. It all depends on if Camilla (the landlord lady) will give me a discount for an entire week. IŽm thinking $400R ($220USD) for the week which would be a $90R discount. I believe sheŽll go for it. I knock on her door and I think I woke her up, which is good because she wonŽt be able to calculate as well after just waking up and she tells me $60R a night, I counter punch with $400 for the week and sheŽs down. Word. I need to go shopping again since IŽll be here for another week. Yes, more cereal. I decide to buy a soccer ball since the apt complex has a concrete inclosed soccer field. I canŽt think of anything cooler to do then kick a ball at a goal by myself. Really? This is what I want to do, hmmm? I suck. So I buy a bunch of food, juice, milk and like 5 boxes of cereal. I buy the cheapest soccer ball in the world and I end up making like 8 goals in about 45 minutes. And remember, this is with no defenders or goalies. Dude, I blow. This ends up being the only time I play all week, go figure. I wonder what somebody would have thought or did think if they saw me out there kicking a soccer ball at an empty goal and missing 9 out of 10 times. Probably they just shook their head and said to themselves "Gringo".
Later on I grab a couple of beers and head to the pier in order to watch the sunset. The sunset is quite beautiful and I take some pictures but only on my phone. Of course I didn't bring my camera. While sitting there I start thinking of Deep Thoughts and how I used to write my own every Monday and send it out to everyone. I think the best one I came up with was "I think a good way for the earth to make some well deserved money would be to tilt on it's axis in such a way that all the tropical areas around the equator become bitterly cold just after cornering the market in Burlington Coat Factory stock". Good Sh!t. So while sitting there I come up with another one {it's a bit more disturbing}. I think if you are rich and you steal something, that's worse than killing your baby's mamma's baby. Because if you are rich you have no excuse, but you have one if you kill that baby since the f!ucker wouldn't shut up, and that's what the bitch gets for not having an abortion in the first place. Awesome, I wonder how many people I just completely pissed off with that one. Remember, it's a joke, sort of.
Anyway, retribution is in store for anyone who didn't like my deep thought. I head back to the apartment and all of a sudden my stomach starts killing me. It's not like an upset stomach or anything internal, it feels more like the muscles lining my stomach are being ripped apart. It starts off somewhat mild but it keeps getting worse. I lay on the bed and try to deal with the pain but it's hurts more then the 4 hour country music concert I went to with Jodi. Brooks and Dunn, Conway Twitty, George Allen etc etc. Can you imagine how awful that was, yeah, well I didn't have to f!ucking imgaine it, since all the girls I could have kicked it with at the time, I pick the country music fanatic and I had to live through it. Stupid girls. I would have rather spent those 4 hours watching reruns of the Iran-Contra Hearings. The worst thing is I have no idea what is causing this pain. I mean it can't be appendicitis, which is what I thought it was intitially, since appendicitis takes place on one side of the stomach and this pain is coming from the entire front part. Maybe I tore a muscle kicking that stupid soccer ball around or maybe I have an hernia. Those are probably the two most likely scenarios. Well, if this gets much worse I will have to go to the hospital. The worst thing is I can't even sleep and I just lay there in agony for at least 4 hours. I decide to take some Advil {and if you know me, you know I'm in pain since I never take over the counter medicine} and listen to my ipod. At some point I fall asleep and I wake up and I feel fine. Weird. But, yeah, worst night of my trip, by far.
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