Okay... last night I was so happy because my internet was working, and I spent a good hour checking email, facebook, and constructing a perfect blog entry. While I was writing said entry, my internet crashed without my noticing and deleted the ENTIRE post when I tried to submit it. Por eso, here´s a little about yesterday. I´m pretty sure the morning was normal; Z showed me how to made batida. This time she used toxi, another alien looking fruit. I did the whole bus thing and got to the university, no class until 10:30 so I did a presentation for that class and a resumen on one of the university´s devil computers. Some kids got coffe. I wasn´t going to have any but Andrew was given one by mistake that he didn´t want, so I drank it. My class was pretty good; the teacher liked a lot of what I said. I tell you this because school (or at this point, Spanish lit) is kind of integral to my ego :) Afterwards I was starving, as, usual, but Andrew wanted to work on our presentation for the next class, so we did. On the bright side I met his buddy Ricardo or Rodrigo, don´t remember. I´m getting good at this whole besito thing. I went to eat by myself (nutella crepes, at last!!! as well as iced tea that I discreetly spilled everywhere) to work a little more, because everyone else was meeting with their buddies (I meet mine today) but Dan sat next to me, so Maddy and their buddy Stefi did too. It made me feel rather popular (is it just me, or do a lot of Gtown students have this issue?) BUT Germán needed my student ID to take out a map from the library. I went with him, then to culture class (presentation again good). Normal bus ride back up the cliff. Like normal, walk home, say hola to the guard, say hi to Z. And read Spanish lit! I had for dinner another mystery soup, meat with sesame seeds, potato pancakes with cheese, avocado, and real lemonade. Like I said, I wasted an hour on this blog and went to sleep at 10... so scandalous!! I meant to tell you that there´s this car outside my window and its alarm goes off ALL THE TIME. It´s not even a normal annoying alarm; it changes tones every five seconds! Anyway, normal morning. PB&J and batida de STRAWBERRY, which is great because I´m missing strawberry season in Ohio :( I walked to the bus (which was late) by myself for the first time. And it was misting. The sky, I mean. And now I know what people mean when they say that the fog was so thick, they could´ve cut it with a knife. I had academic writing... we talked a lot again, read a story about a boy who closes his eyes, relives his day except everything turns out nice, then gets run over by a truck. She had me do a memory writing exercise from childhood; I ended up writing how I used to spend time with my cousin Darlene. Grandma would watch us and call Doug ´buster´if he bothered us (he was seven, which seemed unimaginably old) and we´d play with doll houses, or Kelly, Barbie´s daughter, that had her own bath tub. We didn´t play in the sandbox because the cat used it as a litter box, and I remembered one day when Darlene´s red haired cousin came and they showed my a circle of sunflowers tied up as a hideout. Except I can´t remember if it was a dream of not. Ana Maria really liked it, and my diario entries on money and food. I had a little time afterward to email Mom (drama at home, drama here, potential souveniers) and read for my next class. We studied the wierdest story ever (Las babas del diablo, if you want to know, which is an Italian movie called Blow up) and she let us out a little early, as usual. I have lunch with my buddy Jael in 12 minutes. I´m going to an indigenous market this weekend.
Puntes claves: I was completely buzzed off of that one coffee yesterday. My Appalachian (not Appalashian) friend says that there, you can insult someone in the grossest manner imaginable and it´s fine as long as you add ´bless her heart´at the end. Here, they take it to the next level. Apparently you can call someone skinny, fat, giraffe, dwarf, or Chinese (even if he is Korean) without causing a fuss (it´s normal). Not that I´m going to try. The campus here has a little lake with a pirate ship. I have a salsa class today at 2. I see little orange flowers on my way to USFQ every day that are really cool (or muy chévere). This keyboard is GREAT for typing in Spanish. I have not yet run, gone out, gotten sick, or gotten sunburned.
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