day after day.

Ok, so days are just starting to blend together here. I feel like all that goes on is: wake up, go to class, sit in the library, go to more class, go home, do homework, maybe go run, maybe go to the internet cafe (and I am using that term very lightly, as I will explain later), do homework, maybe go get sangria, go to sleep. Every. Freaking. Day. Yesterday, I thought the monotony was literally going to rot my brain. I can't watch TV because it's in the living room, I don't have the internet at my house, I can't invite people over or go to their houses, and the only places to go sit and hang out are at restaurants where you either have to order food or something to drink. I swear, if I look at one more jar of sangria, I am going to take it and bash it over the head of whoever the jerk was that created the social norms in this country. Maybe I am being a little intolerant of the culture here. But my liver is intolerant of the massive amounts of alcohol that people regularly consume here. And the cigarette thing. I mean, honestly, kids. I am at the point where I feel inclined to snatch lit cigarettes from peoples mouths and put them out on their shoulder. I am incredibly tired of inhaling someone else's nastiness. I hate that the bus drivers just get off the bus to smoke for 10 minutes. You would get shot for that in the States. But apparently, we have to give people time to kill themselves slowly every day. Ugh. Some of you may have heard that internet cafes are the thing in Europe. Well, clearly, I can't speak for all of Europe, but they do not EXIST in Valencia. In fact, the closest thing is called a "locutorio" which is nothing more than a smelly room where people come and mix their body odors with their cigarette smoke for the entire place to smell and use community computers, not laptops. I haaaaaate it. I want Starbucks. With couches. And wireless. And well-bathed people. Who do not smoke. Today, my madre forgot to make me lunch. That just made me so happy. I did a little dance of joy in the kitchen knowing that I would have to pay roughly 7 or 8 dollars for mediocre fast food. Yaaaaaaay! President Bush, if you are reading this, please send Air Force One my way. That would be greatly appreciated.