Alls I want to do is SLEEEEP

I woke up around 9am after a good 8 hours of sleep, although extremely tired. Despite the satisfying night of sleep, I just wanted to sleep throughout the entire day. I didn't really know why. Got out of bed to smoke-filled apartment. The maid was here. Ugh. And Maruja was gone for the day--Maruja usually yells at her to not smoke so much in the house--so she was basically chain smoking. There was even a cigarette butt in my toilet. Love it. Made toast and drank my free OJ from Vips (which was weird, it has egg in it...) and walked to the center before heading to class. It was so gross out. Gloomy and a chilly. The weather was definitely weighing down on me. I got to the center and basically collapsed into a chair because I was so damn tired and the weather was not helping out. At 12 I carried my lazy ass to Historia del cine where the prof. gave a semi-interesting lecture on Russian Avant-Garde cinema. We were let out at 1:45 and I was hungry so I sat outside in the gloom that was turning into a drizzle and ate one of my cangrejo wrap which made me nauceous! It's so weird, I just suddenly got nauceous, and my stomach was a bit irritated by it. Well, so much for my cangrejo love. I then struggled my nauceous, tired self home where I met up with Stacey to make lunch again (Maruja wasn't home again for lunch...turns out she was at church doing some special Saints week thing). Maruja left us marinated chicken wings to heat up and a simple green salad. The previous day we weren't sure whether or not Marta would be home for lunch, so we left her a portion. Turned out that she didn't come home at all so there were a lot of leftovers. So today we assumed that she wouldn't be home again. So we split the salad between us (I made the dressing, yay!) and then ate about 2/3 of the chicken wings. The sauce was good, but the chicken itself was extremely dry, probably since we had to zap it. Right as we were eating our oranges for dessert who should walk in but Marta. Oops! Well, there was chicken left, but no salad. We felt terrible. She said "No pasa nada!" ("Don't worry about it") and made herself her own salad. I felt so badly! After lunch we quickly washed dishes and laid in bed for a bit deciding whether or not to nap (Stacey was equally as inexplicably tired...when I came home for lunch I found her in bed under the covers!) or go to Starbucks and be productive. Ultimately we chose the latter and headed off to the 'bucks. It was cold, gross, and rainy outside. All I really wanted to do was chill out, sip hot cocoa, and watch a movie over the space heater in our apt. Unfortunately it wasn't an option. So at Starbucks I got a white chocolate mocha which was crazy cuz it's been ages since I've drunk one of those. It tasted sweet and comforting after such a blah day. It also woke me up a bit. I then started to get a stomach ache. I thought that it was due to the coffee, but it was definitely due to the cangrejo wrap. Never again, Vips, never again. I sat with Stacey at Starbucks being productive and whatnot (I'm almost done with Act II of Barranca Abajo) until I left for class at 5:30. I left Stacey at Starbucks and was off. Luckily the rain had let up and the sun was peeking out a bit. I got to class and one of the girls in my class struck up a convo with me asking about taking the final exam early for the class. She's an exchange student, too (!!!), however Spanish is her native language. She's literally from Puerto Rico, she even goes to college there. Our prof. showed up and told us that we'd have class in a different room upstairs. So I walked upstairs with this girl chatting and such...she's not only a native speaker, but also an art history major back in Puerto Rico, so she knows all of the class material already. When we got to the overly-sized lecture hall for our 15-person class she suggested we study together for the exam and such. YES! What an asset because not only does she know the language, she knows the course material. Her name is Themus. We exchanged emails, she gave me her number (I still have no number to give...oh man, stupid missing cell phone). This is especially nice because Cristina, the Spanish student who I was friendly with in the class ended up dropping it. So now I have a new friend to mooch notes off of and study with, hehe. Class actually went pretty well, we learned about Arc de triumphs. The sad part was that our prof. who has been subbing for my real prof. who took time off to get married would be leaving us. It was his last class. How sad, he was such a good prof., much better than my real prof.! Boo. After class I walked back to los Remedios in better spirits, although still pretty tired. I passed by the Starbucks and glanced in the window to see none other than Stacey sitting in the same seat as I had left her, reading. She was supposed to be in class at the University 7-8! Haha. I walked in and she started laughing guiltily. She told me that she was on a roll with her reading, and she glanced at her watch once and saw that it was 7:15...yeah, she had lost track of time. At least it wasn't intentional...that girl's a bad influence! Haha, nah. Then we walked home together. I showered, sat around a bit and talked to Maria del Mar until dinner at 9:30. I was still a bit nauceous, damn cangrejo. Thankfully dinner was light and easy, marinated/cooked peas with small strips of ham, and a revuelto (plain egg omelette), and then an AMAZING macedonia for dessert--this time it did have pear in it, and it also had kiwi! Mmmmm. After dinner I came back to the room, wrote/am writing this blog, talked to some people online, listened to music, and now I plan on passing out ASAP. Alls I want to do is sleep, and now I can! Goodnight, dammit!