two days (not) running...

Why am I not up to date on this thing? I´ll tell you why otherwise life would be completely useless. Last night I was a hardworking college student and I stayed up until 10:00 (PM) (SO CRAZY) working on my first-ever Spanish paper paper, not some kind of wimpy 2-page composicion or resumen that takes me like 2 hours. No. This baby is almost four pages long and it´s pretty much an AP English 5-paragraph essay on civilization and barbarism. Yes. I know.
So in real life, yesterday I woke up, ate my PB&J and batida de naranjilla, and went off to class! In Academic Writing we pretty much talked the whole time, I got some of Ana María´s life story, we talked about immigration, perceptions, spilling coffee, and the life. I learned what the world looks like upside down (google "El Sur es nuestro norte" or the life to get what I mean. She also corrected my diario and said that my sentences tend to be grammatically constructed too perfectly. I guess it´s a good problem to have, right? It makes me even more excited for linguistics next semester, although at this point I´m arbitrarily pondering a biology major. After I relaxed a little and went to Survey class, which is always a test of survival...I like it, but sometimes it´s a little temperamental. I ate lunch after (mystery soup, bean salad, rice, possibly corned beef, and a mystery dessert that had something to do with chocolate mousse, strawberries, and cake and coconut. And juice.) Right after I went to my professor´s office hours to talk over my thesis; she seemed to like it. I went to the library to study until we all had to go to Professor Salles office... apparently we inadvertently chose one of the most dangerous cities to go to this weekend for the beach, by the Colombian border and everything. So maybe no playa for me this weekend... after I went to the library again, but it was kind of funny because Andrew and Margot wouldn´t sit with my because I concentrate too much; they settled with making occasional faces at me from across the room. I did get a lot done, which was what I wanted. The bus ride home was fine, although the bus driver was confused and I had to tell him what to do (my favorite thing). I went home and Juan Francisco was there, but after saying hi I holed myself up in my room pretty much the whole night to work on this paper, taking solitaire breaks every paragraph. Dinner was SO good; Z made this thing called a pastel, which means cake but it really isn´t. It´s more like a sandwich of tuna except with pasta instead of bread. Mmm. And lemonade (and quinoa soup, of course). I had to ask her what it meant to her that Ecuador´s constitution is ¨pluricultural and multiethnical" and she kind of got a little flustered... she even called Juan Francisco (he´s a lawyer) and eventually came up with the answer I expected (there´s a lot of cultures and a lot of ethnicities) and gave me a few examples. And I went to sleep. And woke up. Saturday I have to start taking Malarone, a malarial medicine, and I´m interested to see what side effects I get (supposedly strange dreams is one of them). I asked for hot chocolate for the caffeine boost, and she made me oat-and-cranberry cereal. We talked for a long time about cranberries and coffee, and I was almost late. I saw one of our buses on the street and I thought it was confused; it stopped to talk to me and it WAS confused, but it wasn´t my bus so I didn´t really care. I wasn´t late. THIS bus driver got confused, too because he mixed up where the bus stop was. What would anyone do without me? :) I filled up my water bottle once I got here (very important) and headed off to the library to finish a diario. I´m starting to make friends with the guard there! You have to get your bag checked on your way out (in case your trying to smuggle out some old encyclopedias or something) and I always say hi to him, and today he asked me if I speak any Spanish. ¡Por supuesto!! Then I ran over to the lab, checked over my paper, and here I am.
Fun facts: I ALWAYS remember fun facts at the most inopportune moments and forget them by the time I write. OH! Yes, remember when I went to Otavalo and stayed in a hotel? I was really tired by the time I went to take a shower, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that "C" meant "caliente or hot" not "cold." I´m still a little sick of rice and I haven´t run. There are sculptures of chocolate around the university because they have a gastronomy school. Almost all of the yogurt is drinkable. They don´t normally have cranberries here. Dad and Will are in Canada. I have pictures (of Ecuador, not Canada).