The worst possible thing has happened. The kitchen has run out of frutas. This morning Geovanny brought out this pathetic array of sweet lemon slices, 8 pieces of watermelon, and 5 pieces of banana. WEAK! He says that's all they have right now. Well they better freaking go harvest some delicious frutas because this ridiculousness will not be tolerated.
Also there were no huevos. Just gallo pinto, natilla, and cheese empanadas. And you can only eat so much fried cheese at 8:00 in the morning. The coffee was good. I feel that with my current rate of coffee consumption I could potentially be sustained on coffee alone. At least until pan comes out.
I was ostracized today at lunch. It was really fantastic. The whole group was sitting together at the end of the table without saving me a seat. Whatever I'm not bitter. I just ate my rice and beans and veggies in solitude, alone at the other end of the table, salting my food with my tears.
I did not have time for my nap that I prepared for today. I stayed up until midnight last night, which generally only happens after a long night at Bar Amigo. It was a big deal. And then I did not even get to reap the benefits. Ugh. I do have a fat sleep deprived headache, though. So I guess that's cool.
Scott has jokes. He takes advantage of me and my excessive gullibility. Today he had me on the verge of a breakdown because he was scolding me for sleeping in his class on Monday. He said he was deducting points from my grade for it. I do not respond well to jokes about my grades.
Scott also said "you go girl" today. It pretty much made my life.
Apparently at the palace (where Dean and Kathy stayed last half and where Scott and Katie are currently residing) there is a cookie jar that gets replenished daily. What the heck? Where is my freaking cookie jar? After a sufficient amount of begging, Scott gave me one of his Yippys. Abby got two. I would say she is his favorite, but yesterday Scott revealed that he has numbers for each of us and Abby is numero cinco. I am numbers 2, 3, and 4. You see, first Scott said that I was number 2, so I asked if I could promote myself. He said if I presented a compelling case, so I reminded him that I was the one who had found the snake in his game. He nodded, and informed me that I was now number 3. I asked Willis what the heck he was talking about and he said I had been promoted from number 4. So there you have it. I am so important that I have 3 numbers. Since Tia-ita is apparently number 1, I have therefore displaced Ann and Tess from rankings entirely. Sorry chicas, but I can't help that I am so awesome.
Except for not as awesome as Cayman who freaking DOMINATED the Ecology midterm. I have serious brain envy. Why wasn't I born with brains like that? Why?? I haven't even taken my midterm yet, but I almost cried in expectation of how much worse my grade will be compared to Cayman's grade.
I also almost cried like 5 times today in Spanish because I could not understand this stupid subjunctive crap about not taking the blame for something. Carla tried to explain it to me in about 30 different ways, but each explanation just worsened my confusion. I hate the subjunctive. I hate it in French, too. Why can't we all be more like the Hopi Indians? One beautiful tense and no sense of time aside from one word for "sooner" and one for "later." When I become queen of the world, that will be my first royal decree.
For dinner we had beets and cauliflower and green beans and ensalada with apples and raisins and rice and refried beans. Good dinner. Then we had flan with CHOCOLATE CHIPS!!! Chocolate chips are the greatest treasure this earth will ever know.
No hot chocolate tonight. That nonfat wonderfulness was a freaking tease.
I guess I could probably start on my Spanish presentation now, seeing as I will be presenting it in approximately 14 hours. Woo!
peace love and you go girl
