Welp. Right now I'm eating red peppers in the computer lab at La Uni because my art class got canceled. That was kind of a bummer, because I love that class, but at least now I have an hour and a half to do other homework... not.
As usual, it's hot as all balls today in Cumbayá, but it's humid for some reason, so that makes things worse. Bess, Lisa, and I are presenting a dialogue today for our conversation class, and it's about three girls who are all in love with one guy (who is fighting in Afghanistan) and Lisa is pregnant with his child, Bess is engaged to him, and I'm a drug additct. It's pretty much awesome.
I still don't have a camera, so here's some jellybean guys.Yoga continues to kick my ass, which I love. I'm afraid to do respiración de fuego (AKA, fire breathing) today because I'm going to shoot boogers everwhere (jus' sayin').
I met some kids from our neighborhood the other day. There were like, six of them and they were hanging around our fence when I got home from school because they were thirsty and Annie's bedroom window was open, so they were trying to get her attention. I gave them some water, and we started talking. I told them about myself and about the USA. They asked if I had kids. They asked what snow was like, and you really should have seen their faces when I described it. It was adorable.
The funniest part was when they asked me if I had any pets. But the Spanish word for "pet" is mascota, which I always ALWAYS think is "mascot." So I started describing Sparty. He's a strong man who wears green, and ... "Wait. A MAN?!" Oh god, Gringa lameass has a man for a pet. I corrected myself and explained that a "mascot" is something that represents your school and that I had two cats. Ugh.
Oh, and I got my tragus pierced! ...
That's all.
Love,
Gina.
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