WHELP, i just got back from Barcelona this morning at 530 a.m. and let me tell all you avid readers something….Barcelona is an awesome city. Whether you like site-seeing, relaxing on the beach, boating, clubbing, drinking, whatever your poison, Barcelona has tons of it. I highly advise all to visit the city before they die…Anyway,
We arrive in barca on saturday the 4th at like 11 pm. All but one of us made it to the city…Vanisha lost her cell phone and wallet before she even got to the airport so she couldnt go, although she wanted to go to barcelona anyway w/o any money or means of communication. we actually had to convince her that going abroad w/o money was a bad idea. 6 of us made it in total, 4 girls, myself, and one other guy that no one likes… We are all super pumped and we wonder the city looking for our hostel and eventually find it. no problems yet. Then comes Sunday. We find that the guy no one likes, who i will refer to as David Vargas(in the spirit of spanishness), is somehwat of a leech. He just follows you whereever you go. We also find that he belches REALLY loud when out to eat, showers rarely, and wears only jean shorts. Also, David Vargas finds it necessary to make several “Big Mac” breaks when walking about the city. He is truly a pleasure.
So the girls immediately take offense to this and decide that they want no part of this guy on their trip. They begin avoiding him and coming up with excuses to get rid of him. AND, not surprisingly, their excuse of choice is “girls shooping time”. I fucking LOVED this, because i get forced to hang out with Vargas. So, for the next few days or so, i feel like im on a date with this ass - clown. fucking phenomenal.
At first, i am not too upset over this. I figure, “i can drown him out…just listen to his stories about his dogs ‘Murphy’ and ‘Charlie’ and how Murphy is older and dumber, while Charlie is younger and smarter and….” well, i could give probably tell you everything you could possibly want to know about those dogs, but i wont get into it. The point is, i would just let him ramble while i enjoyed the sites/the beach. I’d let him tag along and not ruin my vacation. But then i find out that the girls have decided to have “girls night out” as well. So now im pretty pissed. Now i am going out to clubs with this jack-ass, who only wears T-shirts and jean shorts, who will just stand by your side no matter where you go. UGH. I mean, truefully, we got turned down by countless clubs because of what HE was wearing. And he’s so inconsiderate that he doesn’t even apologize or think to change clothes. fucking tool bag.
Anyway, the drama came to a head when the girls began to publicly chastize him and it led to him trying to call out the girls. It ended with man tears, which are always the worst kind. Thankfully, i had changed hostels and was chillin on the beach at the time. I can actually say i preferred being in a hostel with strangers. I know that sounds sad, but its true. (Sorry for this post, im kinda venting about the people on my program)
On the whole, trip was fun (although it woulda be infinitely better had a gone with friends) Gaudi is an amazing architect and picasso is a magician with a paint brush and Spanish Guitarists are awesome. thats what i learned in barcelona… In other news, lotta studying this week and then im going to london for the week to harrass Ed. (itsahmuhsqueedie) hope all is well back home, cant wait to get outta here and back home for the summer! miss everyone peace out
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