It appears that lately I've spent my Sundays raving about how cool my life is, and let's face it, my life is awesome. Sometimes, though, it's not. I was thinking to myself that it was probably pretty unnecessary to write a post about how incredibly subpar yesterday was, but at the same time, it's all part of the experience, right?
Friday was Spainsgiving 2.0, our program had a "free" dinner for us. I say "free" because obviously we all paid like thousands of dollars to be a part of this program, so...free is not quite correct. Pre-paid, perhaps? For this reason I was determined to get my money's worth, especially of the open bar, so by the end of the night I was double-fisting wine glasses. There was just too much classiness to be handled by one hand alone, okay?! Dinner was dope though, they even gave us veg kids an option, so even though our salad sucked ass and had fish in it, our main course was yummy roasted veggies with garlic, and desert was pretty yummy even though it was supposed to be pumpkin pie and it was really like...citrus-raisin pie. I guess they thought that after the wine we wouldn't notice. INCORRECT. It was tasty though. After dinner we powered up with a little more wine and went to Vogue, a club I'd never been to before. The first like three to five songs we're GREAT. Old school wonderfulness. Then the club got obnoxiously packed and the music got really bad really fast. Also, I spent a portion of the night fairly upset, thinking that someone had stolen the 20 euro bill I brought with me as emergency money, not remembering that I had stuffed it into my bra before entering the club to avoid that very danger. So I'm an idiot, but an idiot who plans ahead, at least. Or something.
So that night was actually pretty fun, especially because I went out with a group I haven't really hung out with as much, and they are all a lot of fun. But for some reason, I woke up Saturday morning feeling gloomy as fuck. Inexplicably gloomy; I was supposed to go sign the lease for my new place, which should be exciting, but I just felt like a big puddle of ick. It didn't help that some guy was supposed to come look at my current room and got super mixed up and never came. Actually, I'm fairly certain that he was looking for an apartment in Madrid and just got extremely fucking confused. So I spent a really obscene portion of my day sitting on my ass and waiting, and on occasion hiding Gypsy in Lucas' room and then realizing it was just his friend at the door, not the guy. For some reason, I just kept getting more and more anxious and uncomfortable and antsy and grumpy and sad. I don't know why, just sometimes bad feelings feed off each other and grow in your guts, and for whatever reason, I'm highly susceptible to weird anxiety.
I'm proud of myself, though, because I was able to recognize that cycle, so I laid face down on my bed for a bit and concentrated on breathing, and Gypsy came and laid on my head so I felt much better. I still had two hours before I had to be at the new house but I figured I should get up and moving or I'd fall asleep, so I went and got some cash and then stopped at a thrift store on my way and got a couple cheap sweaters, which was nice. I also heard these girls speaking English and discovered that they are also CA kids studying here. Funny enough, one of them was actually from Watsonville (which is right by Santa Cruz.) Unfortunately, as I was shopping, my new housemates texted me to cancel because they apparently need more info or something before writing the contract up. Frustration!
I was really sleepy all day and didn't really want to go out, but Leticia, this really awesome Spanish girl, invited me to go see a show with her, and I agreed because I've been wanting to hang out; she's female and Spanish and badass, which is pretty much the trifecta of characteristics that are exactly what I need in my life right now. However the details weren't really clear so she told me to keep my Facebook open and she'd keep me updated. At like ten something she told me her friends were coming to get her at like midnight or one, so I tried to take a nap, but Lucas had friends over and one of them for some reason was Skyping with his friend and the combination of our bad Internet connection, the TV being on, and noise four other dudes playing poker was causing him to literally SCREAM at these girls, so I gave up after forty-five minutes and decided to come hang out in the living room and make the boys pregame with me. These kids are not used to taking shots, let me just say. We drank the same amount (although they actually put this like blackberry flavoring crap in theirs) and they ended up having a pushup contest. Who does that? Leticia kept updating me on the show but things kept getting pushed back later and later so when she finally called me at 3:30am I was over it and decided to go to bed. Not her fault at all, but after being sleepy all day, 3:30am seemed like quite the late starting point for my night. So basically I spent my entire Saturday waiting for shit that never happened. COOL.
Anyway, I'm doing the whole "being a giant lazy blob" thing today, and Gypsy already knocked a glass off my desk and broke it, which did not start things off wonderfully, but I'm supposed to go out to a sushi dinner with Karim and some of his friends and Christina. I'm a little nervous about it monetarily speaking, especially since he told us he reserved a table and that there was a menu thing that would be 25 euros a person! That's like slightly over $33 dollars! But luckily Christina and I talked to him and told him we are way too poor for that to be an option, so I'm planning on not being that hungry and just getting something really minimal... It's also a beautiful day and I kinda wanna go be in the sun, but at the same time I should also get some homework done before our Portugal trip.
Oh, and I haven't gotten to speak to Casey so I'm not sure what his Friday gift thing was yet.
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