I know I know I know. Don't shame me. I've written hundreds of entries (FINE! Not hundreds, but cetainly more than my fair share) and I do intend to share them with you all, but honestly when I am at home, my brothers are so awful about sharing the computer....

So Rini, I know you're probably reading this right now. How are you? I miss you so much right now. I don't know how it happened, but I'm homesick while on vacation. I miss the USA so much. Well, I do know...but I'd never admit it. You know my pride gets the better of me. Always.

We saw whales and that was pretty cool. And seals. We all went out on a boat and we got to see seals and shit in their natural habitat. And there were a bunch of whales. Jumping out of the water and everything...it was amazing. The scenery was beautiful, the air was crisp and cold, which is something I miss about the United States. Cold weather.

So that's the highlight of my day. Now I have free time from the world until 9:00 pm when we eat dinner and in all honesty, downtown Puerto Madryn has been done. I've done everything I've wanted or needed to do.

Please let me find a place to cry.... Just to be alone....or maybe with Karen. Where is she? She always makes me feel so much better. I remember when I called Alex in the airport in Miami, I had known her for maybe 6 hours, but she comforted me and I'm so lucky we're in the same district. I thank the heavens above for me being able to see her, though it may not be as often as I wish.

So life sucks here in Argentina. My camera fails to operate, and it's been two days since the start of vacation. So this is pretty cool.... Not really actually. I'm frustrated as fuck.

I WANT TO GO HOME SO MUCH SOMETIMES....

Rini...I love you. Say hi to EVERYONE for me okay?

I went out last night for the first time without someone of my family to accompany me. It was okay I guess. II enjoyed myself. Julieta, Gaston, Ramero, and Tomas went out and had a hard time trying to get into a club (Julieta didn't have ID, she lost hers a while back) so we said 'Fuck it' and went to a cyber in the neighborhood with good music, pool tables, and alcohol.

Tomas got pretty touchy feely with me and he didn't know that I'm in love with Andres. It's pretty much on a need to know basis. Julieta knows but she's a good friend of mine. So I tried to explain it to him in the best way I knew how in spanish (which is actually what I would have said in english if he spoke english).

"You know, right? You know that there's a boy and I really like him?" I said.

He ignored it and got closer to me.

"You know there's a boy. I love him, I'm sorry." I said again.

He went to the bathroom. I'm not sure what for. Maybe to throw up, possibly to cry. He wouldn't look at me for the rest of the night.

I got through the night without getting tipsy. Not Julieta, not Ramiro, and not Tomas. Gaston and I who are the lightest and smallest of the groups don't drink much to begin with anyway. We had two beers together and played pool. The sad thing is that we had two sober players against two tipsy players and we still lost.

The guy who ran the cyber with his friend (I'm sure that his friend is the finest thing I've seen nearly ever) played a few rounds of pool with us. He's cool with me. After a while day light was seen on the far east side of the city, so at around 6:00 am we all climbed into a taxi. This is where my story from an okay night turns into a shitty day.

I must have dropped my cell phone in the taxi, because when Julieta asked me to give her my cell phone for a second when Julieta, Gaston, and I got to my house, it wasn't in my pocket anymore. I freaked out a bit, and was really pissed at myself for loosing it.

This morning my sister and I texted messaged it and called it a few times. After a while, it was turned off, meaning somebody had it. Joli got a text message back saying 'I have your phone'. I was estastic. 'Who are you?' My sister messaged back. 'Me.' was the return response.

"He's playing with us...." My sister said. It was true...someone stole my cell phone after I had left it in the taxi, and they weren't going to give it back.

So we called my cell phone provider and canceled my plan. It didn't cost anything, but the fact that my cell phone is gone now and in US dollars I had 80 invested into it, I'm just pissed. So that guy who has it now can't do anything but turn it on and off. He can't resell it anywhere because he doesn't have a copy of the contract (a law here, I guess that you need the contract to prove it wasn't stolen) so the only choices he has are to return it to me or to throw it out. Maybe sell the battery.

Do you think if he know I was an exchange student...who I was and I why I had that phone in the first place, do you think he would have given it back? I called my parents on that phone. When I was homesick I would call Rini for words of encouragement. It's gone.

I'm scared to get a new phone because I don't want it to happen again. But do I really have a choice? Do I just learn to carry money on me, risk not being able to find a phone, or worse, risk being mugged because I flashed a peso or two (it happens here, man)? Once before I forgot money, and I had to beg people on the street. In a city of 2 million....it's dangerous in general anyway.

The amount it takes to buy a new cell phone is less than one months allowence I get from my parents in the USA. The choice is obvious: get a new cell phone and get a secure holder for my belt or something. I'm going shopping tomorrow. I guess I'll be taking another risk, but it's risker in the long run not having one at all.

Ever since Pia returned from Puerto Madryn, her and Fede are like the married couple from hell. They sit together in class (which never happened before), they take every step hand in hand, they smoke together, they walk in LATE together. Yeah, sure. I´m jealous, I find it really hard to get a shit about.

There’s not a lot I wouldn’t give to be in love. I know its really not necessary to have a man to keep me happy, but I’m so blinded to that right now. I don’t care anymore. It’s not like I want a serious and intense relationship (however, if it was written in the stars, I’m not objecting). Just someone to kiss me at times, MAYBE hold my hand, go out to the occasional disco with, maybe even a few down and dirty make out sessions (is this every guys fantasy?).

There’s a boy, a family friend of ours who is really nice. We went out to a disco a few times. He’s 19 and he lived in the USA for 2 year, in Colorado. He knows what I´m going through with the homesickness and everything. I feel bad though because the last time I saw him, he seemed mildly interested in me and it was when I hooked up with Mika’s cousin. He wouldn’t talk to me much after that and I understand completely. I feel and felt like such a slut….

What’s worse is that I don’t know when I’ll see him again. I haven’t seen him since that night. Is it just as simple as calling him up and saying “Hey! I’m taking you to a disco, and I’m in the Remis right now!” It’s not like he doesn’t understand the typical American girl and how she courts, but am I your typical girl?

Out of the four boyfriends (5 if you include Chris which you shouldn’t because I can’t remember much about that relationship considering I was 12.) I’ve had, 1 has asked me out. The rest I did by myself. Here girls don’t do shit like that. If you do that, you’re easy, and I found that out with Andres Fantin. Oops.

But whatever…YO ESTOY ESPERIANDO POR MI PRÍNCIPE AZUL!!! (I’m waiting for my prince charming).