Today was actually an awesome day despite getting up at 9 in the morning to go to the Plaza De San Martin. I got there early for a Rotary function and the new exchange students were there. It made me feel so entirely old, looking at all this fresh, new blood (even though the majority are older than me). The two Brasilians are probably my two favorite exchange students (now replacing Karen and Nicole who seemed to be doing thier damnest to ignore me today.

One is named... oh shit. Gilmar! He's from the same province as Andre was from. He's a real nice guy. He's a little taller than me with brown eyes and very pretty dirty blonde hair. He's 16, a young 'un. ^_^*

And then there's Felipe. Okay, so his full name is Luiz Felipe de Paulo Lofti, but that's hard for me to get my pierced tounge around, ya know? So we just call him Felipe. He's tall with this beautiful long, dark hair. His skin is darker than your average persons (certainly more so than mine), and he has the most beautiful eyes. He's 17, like me, but 6 months older.

Neither of them speak english. ^_^* That makes me happy.

I couldn't stop staring at Felipe. My heart just pounded and I felt so much happier than before.

So getting back to my original story, I was early, but so were the boys and Fran, the girl from New Zealand. I got up to having a really super good conversation with them. If they like Argentina, how long they've been here, all that exchange shit.

We stood up and watched the unveiling of the new, sexier statue of San Martin, and we were all in our blazers. It was hotter than fuck, and most of us were wearing pants. Gilmar and Felipe were wearing their school uniform; pants and a long sleeve dress shirt with a tie. When you put on the blazer over than. I could imagine how completely MISERABLE they were.

I stole a glance at Felipe when we were standing their trying to promote peace by holding our damned flags. Well, I tried at least. He was already looking at me so I got busted. He fanned himself with a fan. "Que calor!" He mouthed to me. I smiled and giggled.

After that, we went out to lunch with a group of exchange students and I got yelled at by Jackie for drinking beer with my tounge newly pierced (Fuck off, I'm drinking with the boys, not you!).

They questioned me what she had said. I told them I couldn't smoke or drink for the next week (even though I don't smoke). "Ahh," Felipe said in spanish. "That means you can't kiss either." I shrugged.

So Felipe has a camera phone and he showed me pictures of all his friends and family back home in Brasil. He had some, shall I say.... incriminating pictures of a drunken night at home with his host brother and his friends here. I smiled at all of them and I actually thought they were genuinely funny (Come on! You can get a penis joke out of me ANY day!).

So we drank and he smoked (fine, I stole two puffs off of his damn cigarette, okay?!) and we had a great time. We promised each other we'd go out to a night club together. I said for him to call me sometime, and he said 'call me too'. Okay, if I must. ^_^*

When he left I felt all tingly inside and I can't help but think something so incredibly wierd....

I just met the love of my life.