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Woke up at 11:30 again to another scalding hot morning. Heat, why'd ya have to return, eh? I showered and whatnot and worked on stuff online until lunch at 2:30 which wasn't too great: we had the most fattening meal I've eaten in a loooong time (believe it or not). It started with gazpacho, which was good, then it moved onto the main course. Fried pork in that thick, oily, buttery blue cheese sauce. Then, she made homemade french fries (which were actually good), but we dumped them on top of the pork. So once the pork was gone you were eating fries soaked in blue cheese sauce. So basically, I had fried pork and cheese fries. I felt so gross afterwards. Blech. It's funny because Maruja has high blood pressure, most likely from cholesterol (those Spanish and their fried food), and her doctor told her to cut back on her salt consumption--yet she makes french fries and such. Oh man. For dessert we had plums which were delicious and redeemed the insanely greasy meal a bit. Then Stacey left for Starbucks in los Remedios to study while I did some more stuff online. I then decided to meet up with Melissa at the Starbucks next to the Cathedral again because it's comfier, and I needed to walk after that gross meal. Um, p.s., my Starbucks visits are getting absurd and are making me feel kind of dirty...but there's really nowhere else to go that's so convenient and open late. I soon packed up and headed out. It was SOOOO HOT out. Seriously. It was intense. I got as far as halfway through los Remedios and wanted to die. I stopped in the Starbucks in los Remedios and talked to Stacey for awhile, quite tempted to just camp out there because the heat was overwhelming, but I needed to brave the walk. Alissa walked in and the three of us ended up chatting for about a half an hour. At least I had cooled down a bit, so I was feeling a bit more motivated to continue. I finally got to the Cathedral Starbucks and was sweating more than I've sweat in awhile. It was once again in the upper-90's. Oof. Melissa was already there at that point. We both studied for awhile, being A.D.D. together. I don't know why I was having such a hard time focusing...perhaps the heat? I got myself an iced coffee which just caffeinated me too much and caused my concentration to escape even more. It was also pretty crowded that day, so I was doubley distracted. I studied art history the whole time--reading the chapter on Renaissance art which is pretty dense. Then I got a light dinner: a tomato mozzarella panini which was perfect since lunch was so intense. Melissa and I braved one cycle of the Starbucks mixes, but once the Brazilian CD started again we had to get out. I mean, seriously, we could not hear one more samba/bossa nova song. It had been getting ridiculous...it's making me hate Portuguese. So we weren't as productive as we had wished because Melissa and I are just so easily-distractable. There was a couple next to us that kept jamming along with the music then suddenly started having a photo shoot. They were trying to be all artsy about it, but, I mean, it was Starbucks! I don't know, I can't really describe the absurdity of it, but it was absurd and funny. So once the Brazilian music started we abandoned the scene. It was about 8:30. Then we walked back to the Starbucks in los Remedios because Melissa and Stacey are both in the Spanish Lit. class in the center and their exam was the next day and they could go over their notes together a bit. So we went to another Starbucks where I studied some more Renaissance art and they studied lit. Luckily no Brazilian music was played. At around 11 all of us left. I felt dirty. How much Starbucks could one girl experience in a day? Oy vey, I'm terrible...feeding the man. Once home I got ready for bed and messed around online a bit before ultimately calling it a night at 2.
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