I changed host families yesterday and it was by far one of the most weirdest feelings I've ever had. I was glad to get out of that hell hole that I'd lived in for so long (Only two and a half months, but it felt like the whole year) and be in more of a family setting, but as the same time it sucked so much when Lily said that she was sorry she wasn't a better Mom for me.
"It's okay Lily, you did a lot for me. Look at me now. I'm in school and healthy"
She was skeptical. I don't think that she thought I was serious about it, but I really meant it.
School was an absolute dream after being couped up in the house for two weeks straight. Seeing all my friends....I had to hold back tears. I know now much much I'll miss them. Sure I want to go home because I want to see everybody and speak a language that I'm 100 percent confident in, but regardless of the mistakes that I make here, my friends here still love me and I love them.
Today is Good Friday and myself going to a Catholic School have been told not to bother coming. Sweetness. I can deal (I just wish I could go to Buenos Aires!!! >_<*). So today's plan is to meet Felipe (the Brazilian exchange student I was raving about a few entries ago). Don't ask me what we're doing. He just called this morning while I was asleep and said 'Let's go do something'.
This family is great. I have two sisters who live with me, a Mom, a Dad, a brother who is married and has a son (who is my host nephew), and the other brother JUST moved out recently. He's my hero. He went to Indiana on exchange. Actually, EVERYONE in the family has gone on exchange. Except Magda, my host Mom. I have another sister too, but she's currently on exchange in Austria. She was a bitch when I met her though. No loss.
I still miss my first familiy like crazy-ness, and I feel angry becuase Liz and Saskia get to be there when they hated the idea of going there in the first place. Liz is in love with my biggest brother Ariel, Saskia could probably second that. It's frustrating that they're stealing my family.
On a lighter note which doesn't include and intended pun, I tried on my pants that my Mom brought for me from the states. They didn't fit when she came, if fact I almost told her to bring it all back with her. I'm glad I kept them because I can proudly say that my size 8 pants fit now. Except in the butt. I've lost weight in my butt. I can wear my punk-esque clothes now. I feel weird in them though since I haven't worn form fitting clothes in months.
So things that have happened..... hm. I went to a family dinner last night and ate fondue for the first time. It's good. I was also told that the girls aren't going to Buenos Aires so that means I'm not either. I found the bus stop in the neighborhood and can walk from the house to the bus stop, ride the bus, get off the bus and walk to school in a rather minimal amount of time. Or Fran's house!
Bah, Fran. I'm sooooo completely wrapped up in his spell. I feel like there's something wrong with the relationship, like a taboo and that's kinda hot. He's a year and a half younger than me, meaning he's 15. He's got me around his pinky finger and I'm just waiting for his call, pining. This isn't healthy. If I get anymore love sick, I'm going to randomly burst into song like in some type of musical and the people on the street will start doing back flips and sing back up.
The thing that confuses me though, is that Felipe called ME instead of a school friend or Gilm, the other Brazilian. Cray-zay.
Allow me to finish this entry now. I only have 15 minutes left until I meet Felipe at the fountain in front of Patio Olmos shopping.
Rini, I hope this entry was long enough to satisfy you crazy cultural needs; and to get some drama. Mmm, drama. ^_^*
Paz, CONEJO!
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