I am back.

Just another Monday here in Buenos Aires...I didn't do anything too interesting today. Mondays are always the worst for me because I am still recuperating from the weekend...I can barely keep my eyes open!!!

I have to start class 30 minutes earlier to make up for the time we lost when our teacher was sick. This is miserable for me...in fact today I was 10 minutes late because I couldn't drag myself out of bed. Class was very long and boring and everyone is just totally stupid and I spend most of the day rolling my eyes. Where do people come up with these bogus questions? Why must we repeat the same bogus questions every friggen time? Do you really not know what that means?! Like, wth. Also, everyone has to ask the meaning of every single word...like the point is to understand through context. That's how you learn...not only do they ask the meaning, but they also look it up in their friggen dictionaries. How many times do they have to tell you to stop using those...they are only a crutch? So, basically, I feel like we are more like Spanish fetuses at this point rather than Spanish babies...let's hope we can progress pretty fast in the next few weeks.

After that I went to see if my package came in the mail. My mommy sent me some boots...which I desperately need!!! However, the lady at ISA claims that it hasn't arrived yet...wahhh. I kind of think it has, though. Because a package that is larger than a certain size isn't delivered, it's held hostage at the post office, and they deliver a slip saying that you need to come get it. Well, there was a slip in the box that said Richardson Taylor...which made me wonder if maybe the people at the post office can't read (highly likely, considering the productivity of that place) and thought the handwriting said Richardson rather than Rachel. So I asked the lady and she snatched the slip from me and told me that there was no way that my package was the same as the one meant for Richardson. So I came home and looked on the directory of ISA students...oh hey, guess what there is no Richardson Taylor. There is also no one with Richardson as a last name or first name. The same goes for Taylor. I KNOW THAT IS MY EFFING PACKAGE! I'm going back tomorrow to further investigate.

Then I came home, did my homework, took a nap, read a little bit, watched the news with Jorge, had dinner, watched Dr. House, and now I am writing my blog. Mercedes and Jorge were so funny tonight...Mercedes likes to make fun of Arnold Schwarzennegger because Terminator 3 is always playing, so she kept walking around saying, "I am back."And then she said that she can be the next Arnold because she learned English, too. It was so precious. Maybe you had to be here, but I feel like we've moved past the awkward getting to know each other stage into making jokes and laughing and spending time together stage. It was really nice...and just what I needed.

Dinner was really good...it was pot pie with like creamed corn inside. I found out recently that the maid cooks the meals...Mercedes just heats them up. But on the weekends Mercedes cooks. I can kind of tell who cooks what...we have two maids and they both cook differently. Mercedes likes to cook like roasted chicken, pork, or beef. The one maid always makes like a pot pie or something of that sort (she is only on Monday).

Also, Mercedes doesn't like the Monday maid...she is always questioning Jorge about what she did, what she cooked for lunch, what she was doing in the kitchen...it's kind of funny. She calls her practically every night to tell her something about her maid duties...probably she is going to be fired. Mercedes loves the other maid as she has been working for them for years, but she can't work on Mondays for some reason or another, so they had to hire someone else. Who fricken knows...

Anyway. Tomorrow I'm going to be retrieving my package and going to the post office to send some letters, and who knows what else I will do while I'm out....

Hasta la vista...bebe!