Tengo sueño

=I´m tired

I was not pleased about my 5.5 hours of sleep upon arising Tuesday morning. I mean, that´s not too little sleep, that´s basically what I got everyday first semester (grrrr first semester junior year...would like to forget it), but I´m just so accustomed to 7-10 hours a night. I´m so spoiled here, I love it. I groggily got dressed and headed to the gym. Worked out for an hour, then came home and showered and got ready. María del Mar asked to use my comp to check her email. Lucky for her the internet was up. However that is the one thing that I didn´t miss about María del Mar: always wanting to use my computer. I mean, no big deal, but it makes me nervous...and I hate setting it up for her everyday. Blah. While getting ready I suddenly got really nauseos and lightheaded. I sat down on my bed for about 5 minutes and chugged some water and it went away completely. So weird. I thought that maybe I needed some more substance in my system, I didn´t know. So I headed to class and on the way ate a gala apple that I bought the previous day, and then stopped at SuperSol and bought these little wheat, fiber-enriched rolls for 50 cents and a banana. I got to Historia del Cine very unenthused because Tuesdays suck in Cine class because she lectures for-ev-er. And it´s so boring because the lectures are just basic intros. I wish that the class was more theoretical but I guess I´m just a spoiled Michigan RC student. So class was boring, the prof. talked about the movie we watched and then started talking about Orson Welles. I´m excited because we´re going to watch Citizen Kane in our next class and that´s one of my favorite movies! However, it will be pretty strange dubbed in Spanish. The only interesting thing I learned in lecture was that Rita Hayworth´s dad was Spanish and was a flamenco dancer until immigrating to the U.S. and marrying an Irish woman. Rita Hayworth´s real name is Margarita Cansino. Who knew? During class I ate one of my rolls, although I really wasn´t feeling nauseas anymore. I just thought to play it safe. Then on the walk home from class I ate my banana cuz I just felt like it. Oh yeah! During class this really cute American guy sat across from me. Mmm, he was a delicious dish. I kept trying to covertly grab his attention but no luck. Oh well, there´s always the next class. What´s with all the cute boys lately? Where in the world did they come from? I walked home on a pretty, sunny day, ran into Eva (my program director) on la calle Asunción deep in los Remedios which was kind of strange. I guess she lives there. I also stopped in a flamenco dress shop because Feria, the week-long carnival/fair thing that just happens to take place in los Remedios (we get a week off from school for it...yes another week off) is next week. And for Feria all of the women dress up in flamenco dresses; I´m not sure why, I guess it´s just tradition. I reeeeeally wanted to buy one not just for Feria, but to have as a kick-ass souvenir. So I looked at a couple dresses in the store. Um, yeah. They run anywhere from 400-600€ each. Can you believe that? Well screw that idea. I got back home in time for lunch at 2:30 which was not bad: some sort of cabbage soup which was quite good, but some chicken breasts which were not good. They were dry and obviously had not marinated long enough in its sauce--garlic, olive oil, and spinach. Good in concept but not in reality. For dessert we had a macedonia de fruta (fruit salad) which contained strawberrie, kiwi, banana, and pear. Not bad, but the fruit wasn´t the best it´s ever been. Despite the semi-disappointing meal (it´s hard for Maruja to make a completely disappointing meal) I was pretty stuffed. After eating I tried to go online to work on the blog but, of course, the internet was down. Ugh. I did a couple things on my computer as a slight headache formed. What was going on with my body that day? So I ate the other fiber roll and I felt a bit better. I don´t know what was up. I mean, eventually the headache went away. My body is just off in general here. Maybe it´s my diet. Who knows. I feel like maybe my ailments on Tuesday were due to the lack of sleep from the night before...my body was just not used to it. Soon I walked to the center and used the internet there for a bit (once it freed up) until Historia del Arte 6-7:30. Class was pretty interesting until we stopped discussing the Alhambra and moved to our next unit: arte románico (roman art? I´m not sure). Therefore, we started studying churches. Churches are boring. I like mosques...can´t we learn more about mosques? Oh well. It was kind of hard to pay attention because to me every church just looks the same and every saint is the same. That´s something for which I´ll definitely need some major tutoría action. After class I stopped by that souvenir shop, home of the hottest boy in Sevilla, but he was not working. So I left. I had a ton of stuff to take care of online so I caved and walked to the internet café next to the University. I miss my free internet. On the way I ran into Sam sitting with a bunch of American girls that I didn´t recognize. Sam introduced me to one, Kate, who´s from Glencoe and goes to Wisconsin. She studied in London and they had just gotten out for the summer (holy crap!) and she and her friends were doing some traveling. She was a cool girl and her best friend at school just happens to be my cousin, Lindsey´s, best friend from home. Small world, I tell ya. So I went to the internet café for a good hour. Luckily it´s pretty cheap, only a little over 1€ for an hour. Then around 8:45 I walked home for dinner which was silly. I got home to find Maruja and María del Mar talking in the kitchen. Maruja was making sandwiches, which I figured were for my lunch the next day. She asked me if I wanted one or two bocadillos and I said 2, of course, since she always packs us 2 (the sandwiches are teeny). She then asked if I wanted chorizo or ham n cheese and I said chorizo. Dinner was served around 9:30, and out comes a plate with 4 sandwiches! Only 3 of us were eating. Turns out Maruja was talking about for dinner--she had made grilled sandwiches. Oh man. I felt badly. I told Maruja about the mix-up, but told her that I´d eat them anyways (oy). So I cut all of the sandwiches up into pieces to eat with a fork and knife hoping that that´d make it easier. Luckiy the sandwiches were DELICIOUS. What she did was take a chorizo sausage and scraped out the middle (instead of slicing it). It was delicous and a bit picante (spicy), but delicious. Did I mention that they were delicious? Then the next course came out...oh no, I was already stuffed! The next course, however, was very unique and delicious. It was different than the food Maruja usually serves. It was spinach baked with bacalao, cream, and bread crumbs. It was so good! My whole meal consisted of my favorite Spanish foods: chorizo, spinach, and cod. YUMMY. But I was so stuffed afterwards I barely had room for dessert, a delicious strawberry batido. Mmmm. It was a fantastic meal, I give it two thumbs up. After dinner I waddled into my room to try out the internet but it just wasn´t functioning. Blech. It´s getting closer and closer to exam time (about a month or so), and I have a lot of traveling coming up in May (basically every weekend) so I really need to hit the books. I went out into the living room, although tired as hell and tempted to just pass out, with my art history book and notebook to do some studying. It takes me a long time to study a chapter of my art history book, so I´ve already started studying for my art history exams so as to avoid excessive cramming in May/June. I sat with María del Mar as she worked on some crossword puzzles or something and we watched Se sucedió en Manhatten (Maid in Manhatten, that Jennifer López/Liam Neeson movie from 2002). I wrote a few postcards and then studied 4 pages (which is a lot, they´re short chapters) and learned about some Islamic art and architecture. Woo woo. I soon came to a stopping point before getting as far as I had wanted because I was just so exhausted. So I just chilled out and watched the end of the movie. That´s a cute movie. Good times. I also like spending time with María del Mar cuz my Spanish gets a kick-ass workout. The movie ended a little bit after midnight, immediately after which I retreated to my room and passed out. Stacey was already asleep, I found out the next day that she also had a headache and got inexplicably lightheaded. She felt completely well the next day, however, what´s with that? I´m getting kind of sad because Stacey has been skipping meals at home and just eating out everyday so that she could get errands and homework done and stuff. It makes me sad because a) I don´t see her very often and b) I feel like she´s cheating herself. I mean, yeah, there are things to get done, but you can´t forget the main purpose of being here: to immerse yourself in Spanish culture. Mealtimes are the primary immersion times where only Spanish is spoken and heard, and real Spanish food is eaten. I wish that she´d come back home and not cheat herself of the full experience. I mean, she comes home after dinner and then goes online or reads or goes to bed. She doesn´t really talk to anyone but me, then. It makes me sad. Come on, Stacey, we´re in Spain! We don´t have time to stress the small stuff! Okay, that´s my Tuesday rant. But yeah, I was oh so very tired Tuesday night and passed out at 12:30. Mmmmm sleep.