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[joansnape]

Have I ever told you...? [#3]

Have I ever told you when I met my bae?

Let's focus: we are on 2011's summer, July. I was 18 yo.

Chiwiki's Pantano, aka "paradise".

I'd just split with my boyfriend Mike, in May. I really liked him, like, a friend. He was smart and funny, but nothing more, so I said to him that we should be friends. I think that we talked like 8 times that year, and byebye. Anyways.

I went to the Pantano in July, I think that the first weekend of July. You know, my father, Courtney, that sissy boy, Bruno, babyDamien and me. In a car, I don't understand how. We arrived to my favourite place in the world, my Pantano house. We entered our rooms (I used to share mine with B) and turned on our pc. Bruno was like 13 yo, he was into videogames and books, I remember that he brought an entire bag full of books, mistery books, crafts books... That morning, we played videogames on our pc and after have lunch, we started to set our pool and filled it. Then, we went for a ride. We walked by the woods and laughed hard. That afternoon, his friends arrived and I freed him, I went to the dam and I looked at the water while I smoke joints, alone. That night, I came back home and I lied with my brother.

Next week (we spent the first week swimming in our pool, nothing happened), my father said to me that he has to go with Courtney a few days out. My mind exploded with one word: "PARTY". So the same night, I started organizing everything. I remember that I made posters and I gave them to everyone. So, the party was pinned on July 9th, I believe it was saturday.

EVERYONE came, people from Chiwiki, from Spain, from everywhere. My house was about to blow.

*Hey Google, play “Blow" by Kesha*

Imagine, like 100 people dancing, doing drugs and alcohol in my familiar house, it was pretty awesome. I remember seeing people that I didn't talked with in my fucking entire life, people that I didn't even met. By that moment, I was dancing with Gwen, that arrived that afternoon, and we filled with weed, coke, vodka, jägger and a few pills.

And by the people, there she was. Talking to a friend (now I know that he was Kion), with a cup in her hand and a joint in the other. The first I thought when I saw her was "Who the fuck is that and why haven't I met her before?". I tried to call her attention in a thousand ways, I needed to know her. It didn't work, so I walked up to her and bumped into her and said "oh, sorry, hi". She answered "hi" while she laughed. I said her my name and she said hers to me, I asked "what?" bc I didn't understood it, and she repeated it to me. I repeated it for her and she said "yeah!". I spilled her cup, so I asked her what was she drinking and she said "jägger with lemon", so I brought to her another cup. I remember that she made a sign to Kion and he left, dancing like a clown. We talked, flirted and ended kissing in my pool. At 6 A.M, people started to leave and she told me that we should talk the next day, so I asked for her number and I remember I was literally shaking. She gave me her number and she left, after kissing me one last time.

Next day, I almost die trying to catch some service on my phone and when I could, I sent her a message that said: “Hey, I’m Joan. I hope you remember about me”. She answered fast: “how could I forget about you, despise the hungover xd”. I spent the next 2 days looking for her between the houses, by watching out everyone that stayed there, but I didn’t found her. So the 3rd day after, I sent her another text: “I cannot wait to see you again and kiss you. On the dam in 10 min? XO, Joan” and I went to the dam, quickly. I remember dress myself with a weed bikini and a top, and the first short-jeans I found. I remember too that Courtney asked me where I was going, and I remember that I said “you don’t care” and I left the house running

I was listening to “L’amour tousjours” in the moment I saw her coming to me, with a videocamera recording at herself and a guitar hanging on her back.

*Hey Google, play “L’amour tousjours" by Gigi D’Agostino*

I think that in that moment, watching her walking to me, laughing and explaining things to that camera, i fell in love with her. I only wanted to be with her all the time, listening to her, to her words and her laugh, ask for her life and knowing everything about her. I wanted to make her laugh, I wanted to hug her, to fuck her, to kiss her, to lie with her. Share everything in my life with her. Hearing how she played that guitar, show her how I played mine, asking her why was she recording herself… everything.

She arrived and smiled at me saying “hey”. I wave at her and asked her what the hell was she doing. She told me that she had a Youtube channel where she uploaded everything she did in her life, like in a videoblog or “vlog”, how she called it. Then, I asked if she played the guitar, and she said yes, and that she used to write some songs too. I ask her if she could show me some. We went to a more private place near the dam and she played a song that she was writing at that time, “Walk of Shame”. I died inside with her voice, so natural, so beautiful. Then, she said to me “do you play the guitar” and I said yes, I don’t know why, bc after that, I panicked. She offered me her guitar and I said no, but she insisted, so I played “I love Rock ’n Roll” by Joan Jett. Like 1 minute. Then I returned her guitar laughing and hiding my red face with my hair. After that, we went down, to the swamp shore and we sat there, watching at the water and talking about our lives. Then, we kissed again and made out for a while. Then, Gwen arrived with her “summer boyfriend” (?), I don’t know. But they brought some alcohol and weed, so we drank and smoke by there, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t wanted to accept it, but I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

We hanged out the next days, we made love in my parents bedroom the same day they arrived, (phew.). We started dating officially on July 17th and we spent 2 months of relationship together on Pantano, happy and with a smile in my face 24/7. I know one video on particular on her youtube channel that I remember like if it was recorded yesterday.

But September came. Our relationship lasted 5 months, ‘till November.

Anyways, I'm not going to tell that shit, that’s the story about how I met my bae.

[oakyundertones]

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[joansnape]

Have I ever told you...? [#2]

 Have I ever told you when I went to a summer camp in 2008, when I was 15?

I had just finished 8th grade, and my parents wanted to get rid of me in summer (surprise!), so they sent me to a camp. The first image that I saw when I arrived was dreadful, cause I saw a lot of kids running around; I saw the monitors, dressed like if they were kids, with shorts and green polo shirts, smiling and hassling; I saw the ambient, full of mirth and happiness and I was overwhelmed. I remember even plead my mother for us to leave, I swore do whatever she wanted me to do, but it didn’t worked. So, I was there, standing besides her, telling her that that joke wasn’t funny when a man arrived just behind me, jumping like a bunny, and yelled at me: "YOU ARE JOAN SNAPE, RIGHT?”. I turned quickly, scared bc I didn’t know how the hell did he known my name (then I remembered that my luggage was wearing a sticker with my name on it). Anyway, I told him “yes” and he crouched, putting her hands on her knees, like if he was so much higher than me (asshole) and told me: “YOU’RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN IN HERE!” and I was thinking “come on, jerk, I’m 15, I am not a baby that you can entertain with clay and glitter or something, you know??”. I turned to my mom, that was there, looking excited, like she was thinking “waaaoooo, so coooool” when she listened that man, so only bc I wanted to lose her, I grabbed my bag and I went with that creepy bunny man. 

He told me where was my cabin, so I climbed that rotten wooden steps, I entered the cabin, I chose a bunk, the farthest to the door, I sat on it leaving my bag under it and I laid on it, just thinking in my teen problems, like 10 minutes. Then, more girls started arriving. Some of them were jaunty (I would’ve KILL them to shut up), another ones shy and another ones conceited, believing that they were the “fucking summer camp queens”, like if that meant something, but whatever. One of them went one by one asking for names and looking from top to bottom, I guess to see if they fitted in her queen bees band or they had to harass them. She approached me and asked for my name, looking me from top to bottom. I told her the most ridiculous name that crossed my mind, Daisy, and someone behind her yelled “shit! like me!”. I freaked out, I sat on my bunk and that “Daisy” approached to us. That was how I met Gwen. She looked at me, smiling, I looked down, ashamed, thinking that I made fun of that name. Anyway, that queen b left, leaving us alone and the cabin was emptying slowly. Gwen was looking at me and when we were alone, she asked me “what’s your name? bc it isn’t Daisy, right?”. I laughed and shook my head, told her my name and she shook my hand and told me hers. She asked me if that was my first time on a summer camp, I told her yes and she smiled wickedly and said to me that I didn’t have to worry for nothing, that I had to trust her bc she was gonna guide me on the right path. We were talking like an hour, telling us things about us, our hobbies, our lives... Then, they called us for an “opening ceremony”, of which I don’t remember anything, except that I went with Gwen to the last row to keep talking. 

Summer Camp lasted 2 months, we had weekly schedules. We were 8 weeks doing the same everyday: swimming, campfires, every Friday a different gymkhana, camping, even a play that they organised for the end of the summer, opened to the parents. This was what we had to do supposedly, but with Gwen... nothing goes according to the plan: 

- For every swimming lesson, a prank. Gwen had an arsenal of things to prank people: fake blood, fake bugs, mannequins... a lot of things. In the pool, she used the fake blood a few times. She screamed things like: “I GOT MY PERIOD!” or “SHAAARK!” or “THERE’S A CORPSE IN THE BOTTOM!”. It was soooooo funny. 

- For every campfire, real horror stories. She invented stories and everybody screamed and cried like babies. She’s so good telling those kind of stories. 

- For every ghymkana, cheats. We fucking won all of them.

- For every camping, an escape. While everybody stayed on their tents, we escaped to an area that was like a nook in the woods, where nobody was going to annoy you. It had a difficult way to arrive, but it was worth it. There was the party, alcohol, cigarettes and drugs. We spent the most time there, camping nights, play essays and every while we had. Every Monday, a drug dealer came and sold to us drugs (a little disturbing, if I think of it now). There was a guy that was like the king, I wish I could see him now. Every Saturday we escaped the cabin to go to that area (it had a name I can’t remember it. Shit). There was a kind of container, like those metal ones from Fortnite, but bigger and inside was the magic. I remember hangovers at 7 a.m. We spent the summer around beers, joints, guys and parties. 

I remember an especial escape. On the other side of the lake there was another camp. One day, we crossed it in a canoe and we met some guys who told us that that was a military camp and that the parties were awesome. We got invited to one of them and we went, we drank, we smoked with the fear of being caught, bc their monitors could torture you. Epic.

The play was a fucking disaster bc Gwen wanted to mess it up. We were in charge of the production and the stage ended up burning. Firefighters, several intoxicated by the smoke... Monitors forbade us the entrance to the camp after that. But the laughs were AMAZING. 

That was the trigger for my parents to send me to a boarding school the next year. When my mother went to the camp to pick me up, the monitors told her everything and, in home, my father, through some techniques, got me to tell  him what I’d done in the camp, they got rid of me for an entire year.

There, I got my first tattoo. With a walkman, I don’t learn. 

There, I tried cocaine for the first time. Cute. 

There, I made out with a girl for the first time, named Lynn, I think. 

There, I discovered the military camp, and I really liked it. 

There, I met Gwen. 

That was my 2008 summercamp.

[joansnape]

Have I ever told you...? [#1]

Have I ever told you when, in a trip to Las Vegas w/ Gwen we discovered an abandoned Pet Cemetery?

In Mojave desert, that is an arid extension at south-west of Las Vegas, Nevada, almost arriving to the city, we had a puncture. We could have arrived just walking, but we are not logical. So we pushed the car to the roadside and started the wheel change. It was 5:00/5:30 P.M. When we paused to start getting high with some substances, Gwen got the genius idea of take a look in the desert. I accepted the suggestion, so we entered without thinking. At first sight, there was nothing, but a few minutes later, we reached a different zone, fenced. We entered and we found a lot of graves. At first, we got scared, but like the idiots we are, we approached to one of them to read what was written, and after read a few tombstones, we jumped into the conclusion that it was a pet cemetery. We took pics, we joked, we smoked, we paid tribute to those little creatures...

Then, we came back to the car and went to Las Vegas. There, we bought some teddies and when we were going to come back home (about 5:00/6:00 in the morning), we stopped on the pet cemetery to just let them in some graves, specifically those with the funniest names bc we are silly. 

And that was how Gwen and I found a pet cemetery in Las Vegas.