Humdrum

Yeah, stuff LIFE happened. I don’t really remember everything, so…

We went to see a kind of Christmas Choir thing that Grandmother is in. It was awesome, for me at least, because I have left my childish ways of fidgeting all over the place and have started to like choral music, probably in part due to feeling that awesome feeling of togetherness I get whenever we go to church on Christmas Day (Eve?) and they start playing “Angels We Have Heard on High” or whatever the song is called (the only lyrics I know are “GLOOOOOOOOOOOHRRRRIIAAAA! In Excelsis Deo!” ) and everyone in the church is singing that same song and there’s this whole together breath of air before the GLORIA part and it’s just awesome and probably in part due to Two Steps From Hell, which I really don’t feel the need to explain. Anyway, the choir thing was nice, and the director was a lady from Ohio, which I noticed because her Spanish had an accent. I may not be able to tell when I have an accent speaking Spanish, but I could tell she had one.

We also went to the “El Rey Leon”, or “The Lion King” as a theater piece. I don’t really know what to say. It was surprising and delightful and poked at the edges of my comfort zone somehow. It was also in Spanish, so the songs were a bit difficult to decipher, but the rest of the text was pretty okay. There were also a lot of shirtless men on the stage, which for SOME UNKNOWN REASON made me think of one of my friends back home… yeah, she knows who she is, silly bacon-maniac that she is. Anyway, the play was pretty cool, but didn’t have as awesome merchandise as “Wicked” did.

This week we don’t have school on Thursday, because of something called Constitución. This also means that Friday is also free. YAY. Let’s see if I can finally figure out where a store that sells big shoes is. Or possibly go to the movie theater to watch “Rise of the Guardians” because for some reason I haven’t gone yet. Oh yes, I remember now; it’s because my teachers decided to give us HEAPS of homework, for whatever reason. Yaay for heaps of homework!

That and also I have to present something for Naturwissenschaften, which literally translates to Nature Physics, but isn’t half as interesting as it sounds.

Hm. I think I may have sort of put a wall up between myself and one of my classmates, the one who makes epic cupcakes and has invited me to her house several times. It was last Friday, I believe, because I sort of freaked out during… I don’t remember what class it was! Oh wait, I possibly freaked out twice, I don’t know exactly. Anyway, I explained it to another teacher, who said some actually pretty accurate stuff about it, and then recommended I ask the… secretary (I have no idea if that’s what she is…) about psychologists and stuff.

I don’t remember what happened in what order anymore, sorry. I went to the bathroom to try and calm down by leaning against the cold stall walls. Once inside I of course started crying again, just because apparently. I waited until everyone went to class (we only have THIS BATHROOM to use during break. Well, we have another one but it doesn’t count because it has three toilets and is tiny) and was going to calm myself down by using up all the toilet paper and possibly flushing the toilet to watch the water spin. (Seems calming…) Before I really got a chance to calm down all the way, two girls from my class entered the now empty bathroom (save me, of course) and went, “Rebecca?”

And I went, “NO” because that’s what you do when you’re me.

Of course they didn’t fall for that and started talking to me through the stall door. They asked some questions, and in my confused mind my only thought was “Tell the truth”. And so I did. At least, whatever it was I could make out from my muddled brain.

I think I said something along the lines of, “I sort of feel alienated from you because you’ve been with the same class for a while and everyone knows everyone else, and it’s sort of difficult for me to find a place in there. I know it’s not really your fault, it’s mostly just me.” I’m still confused as to what exactly goes on mentally when I freak out, but there was a whole bunch of other stuff that I don’t know how to say.

So, this brutal honesty possibly made one of them (goodness I’m so careful with names) distance herself from me. Or maybe she just has been having a rough time. It sort of seems like it, she frustrates over English and other classes, switches between the houses of her parents every month or so, and has to put up with the 19:5 ratio of boys to girls in the class (or whatever the ratio is). Maybe it’s not because she’s lost interest in me, maybe it’s because she has her own problems. I would know, because I have so many of my own. Some serious, like my freak outs, and some completely stupid but still draining. Pff. I like her though, because she can do things I can’t, like live with a big dog. She’s also really pretty, but that could be just because I think most girls are pretty.

ALL THE GIRLS IN MY CLASS ARE FREAKING PRETTY LIKE I DON’T EVEN

Ah. Today a package came for me, and I was all excited because I like getting packages, until I saw what it was. FOUR Advent Calendars filled with Milka chocolate. And I felt like this —> ;__;

I’m not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, I appreciate that my parents sent me something so lovely I can share with the whole family here… on the other hand, I was trying to motivate myself to get Taylor Lautner abs (shush, I know I’m a girl) and this was just like slapping me in the belly with a big, “LOLNOPE”.

Anyway, we already have Advent calendars… the kids keep wanting me to try some of their chocolate and I’m like NO.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgOylld7GbY&feature=player_detailpage#t=36s Look what I found, it’s pretty amusing.

“Gallinas! SON FELICES!”

Um derp, tomorrow theater, let’s see how that goes.

Bye.

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