so mr. bean calls me saturday night to ask me what i was doing. i tell him that i'm hanging out with my 17 year old nephew. "are you the favorite tia?" he asks..."hasta la pregunta es necia!!!" i joke around with him. Mr. Bean never calls me on a saturday night, so i'm thinking to myself "what does he want?". we talked for a while and then asks me "hey what are doing tomorrow evening?" "nada porque?" "oh cause i want to go over and fix that tub of yours" i knew there was a reason why this guy is friend!!! my tub had been leaking for awhile and i've told the landlord but he seems to not be doing anything about it and last time mr. bean was here he noticed it and told me he was going to fix it. once that conversation about the tub was over, he asks me "oye, so que onda contigo?" what? que? como? "what do you mean? don't tell me you think i've changed too?" According to mr. bean i have "solo un poquito" and that's another reason why he called me, to talk about "the change". AAAAAHHHHH!!! what the hell?!?!? I HAVE NOT CHANGED!!! is what i want to scream but because i have a tiny little crush (just a tiny little one) on mr. bean i decide to keep my cool. "so you tell me how i've changed?" i ask him and he sure as hell tells me. Actually that is one of the many reason i like talking to mr. bean, he is so so hmm? analytical (for a lack of a better word) when it comes to friends. Anywho, he tells me that he has noticed me being more pensive and quiet. i tell him "but i've always been that way". "no, you've been quiet but this is different, you seem to be thinking about life and what you want out of it and about your accomplishments and were you wish you could be at now" HOLY SHIT!!!!!! how the hell did he know that?!?!?!?!? that's exactly how i've been feeling!!! i just haven't really told anyone. i've talked to mr. k about some of it but mr. k and mr. bean don't know each other. mr. bean continues by saying "sonrisa, don't think too much. be happy were you're at and enjoy life. you only live once, viva la vida!!!" at this point i wish he were there with me so i could get a hug from him. i still don't know how he figured out all of this, maybe it's all the years we've known each other that he could read me very well.
i just want to thank mr. bean being who he is :-)