well, ines left today. i'm ubersuperdepressed about it. having her living with us for the past three weeks was, to say the least, fucking awesome. nobody argued, everyone was polite, i ate three balanced meals a day, and we all did stuff out of the ordinary, like sing annie lennox (wtf) and u2 (oo dos) and beyonce (which is still very much stuck in my head... make me lose mah breath...).
she brought so many gifts for my family and i - valladolid wine, a huge book of her beautiful country that makes me just want to up and leave american every time i glance at it as it sits on our coffee table (with no coffee around it because no one wants to ruin it), food, food, more food, candy, and other assorted unique cosas de espana. we sent her home with a ton of stuff too - pictures, mementos, ropa nueva, a photography book of rhode island, personal notes that i translated into spanish (mas o menos bien...), wine from sakonnet vineyards (in lil compton), and hopefully some memories tossed in there. as well as all the important vocabulary. heh.
and now she's gone. and it wicked just sucks. i can't explain it. my sister started crying last night, and ines was bawling over breakfast. i somehow managed to hold the tears back until we were at school and all the other spanish exchange students and hosts and patty (heck, she was a host practically too!) released them.
i am proud to say that she was the last one to get on the bus because she refused to leave and kept repeating "vale! adios hermano javier!" (okay! goodbye brother javier! <--- the teacher that accompanied them from spain.) and tugging me slightly back towards lsa entrance.
god, i really just hate saying goodbye. i am so terrible at it. the tears seem forced and are always completely inopportune. i didnt really cry until she was gone.
espero que yo puedo visitar a ella durante el verano proximo.
i ended up leaving school after 4th period. headache. really though i just wanted to get home and sleep because all i had after period a was lunch, assembly from a rape victim's perspective, and free. knowing that the rape victim assembly would just augment my depressed state of mind, i opted to drive home and take some benadryl. after all... i had my interview to prepare for!!!!!
nothing like getting it down to the wire - the deadline was 1 december! but i made it, and that's all that matters. the guy - an lsa alum - was totally chill and comfortable. we met at a starbucks and had apple ciders and sat in comfy chairs and talked about traveling to greece and about a mexican woman who loved him and about ryan's picture on my nana's family wall. i told him why i wanted to go to his alma mater, and he was happy, and all was good. it lasted over an hour and a half, and i didn't even need to talk about "how sept 11th affected me?" or "what can i offer (the school here)?" or "what do i think of the political situation in the ukraine?" (*questions similar to those my dear amigo corey had to endure during his upenn interview*) and it was not the disastrous situation that blair had to endure in gossip girls #4. (and if you do not know what i am talking about, maybe you should pick up trashy juvenile novels about 5th avenue princesses in penthouses with pashminas more often!!!!!!!!)
afterwards, ryan (who had his interview up at bates today) and i, both all dressed up (hooray pinstripe pants and power ties) went out for dinner and then to borders to get lost among the shelves for a little bit. it was very much needed, i hadnt seen rye in nearly over a week or so. que terrible.
i feel stupid because i havent done any homework and i just want to sleep until mid december.
does anyone care to explain to me just how in the world it is already december? thannnnnnks!