Evil dastardlyness aside, I'm having a much better time than I was a few months ago, because now (unlike the people in the US... HAHA) I'm in the middle of a three-month-long summer vacation.
People keep asking me how Christmas was, and I keep telling them "it was OK", when in reality, it was pretty much exactly the same as every other day. I got 3 presents: a blinking tie, a t-shirt, and a beach towel. Not exactly what I asked for. The blinking tie has a reindeer on it, and its eyes blink red (creepy), and it sings off key, off beat christmas carols. kind of irritating.
I've decided the exact date I'm going to return home. I plan on coming home before the end of the school year so I can laugh at my friends while they're in the middle of classes. That's right losers, I'm coming home on the 1st of June. The earliest I can leave this god awful place and get home to a much more comfortable living place.
Here are some reasons for Chile's annoyingness:
Chileans have serious problems. One of these problems is the need to LEARN HOW TO DRIVE. Chileans constantly drive at speeds of 150 mph in town, and don't slow down for corners. they're also not very courteous of pedestrians. In fact, they will actually speed up if they see you crossing the street, and even drive on the sidewalk if they see someone walking to try to hit them.
Another problem is the need to GET A FREAKING ROOM. There's a street near my house that has a very big park as a median. While walking down this median, one can witness about 400 chilean couples doing things out in the open that people REALLY don't want to see.
A third problem: misbehaved children. In Chile, it seems that children have more power than their parents. Everywhere I look, I see children screaming at their parents to buy them things and their parents following orders like good little dogs. Parents NEVER yell at their children. On a train ride from santiago to Rancagua, a city about two hours away from Talca, my city, I spent the entire time listening to small children complain and scream, and play with their noise-making toys, and watched as their parents made no effort whatsoever to shut the little piece of hell up.
Chileans seriously need to get lives. They do absolutely nothing all week, and on the weekends, all they do is get drunk. The life of a chilean is School, food, school, sleep, party, drink, vomit, sleep, school, nothing.
I recently found out that Chileans can do literally nothing until they're 18. They even have to ask their parents for money to go out to lunch because they can't even get a job until that age. as soon as they turn 18, they can drink, drive, get a job, gamble, and do whatever the hell they want.
well, According to a very scientifically formed hypothesis, I'd say Chile pretty much sucks.








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