Remember that guy with the tattoo on his hand that I absolutely praised on how adorable he was? I saw him again today. I thought it was him, but had to look at his hand to make sure. Instead of leaning on the place I was last time looking towards the front of the bus, I stood opposite of the doorway, where he had been the first time I saw him, and faced backwards. For whatever reason, I can stand up easier that way. When we pulled up to the stop, I saw the guy, made eye contact and immediately looked away. The bus wasn't crowded, so that made the odds of seeing him again were very low. I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't laugh. I'm sure he thought the same thing of, "why is that gringa staring at me?" His fault for being so adorable and standing across the doorway from me again! I feel so silly.
I keep expecting that my 12 year old self will grow up and not be so Ecuadorian boy crazy, but that has yet to happen. I have 59 days left, meaning I've been here longer than I have left. Downhill slope, but it just keeps getting worse. Well, I keep thinking in general I'll finally get past my 12 year old squeely girl self, but again, yet to happen.
I just ate a chocolate bar. mmm.
I had a Spanish test today. I feel like it went alright, but then I'm pretty good at not being able to judge my tests. I can feel like I nailed it and come out with a D, or feel like I got a D and do pretty decent. It's a special gift I have really. Tomorrow I have a Geology test, and then I have an Evolution of Jazz test on Thursday morning. Want to know the real excitement? Lindsey and Laura are on a plane right now to see me! They will be here in 3 hours and 16 minutes! WOO!
I should study for Geology before I leave to pick them up, but it's so hard to concentrate. We've seen each other on Skype off and on for the last 2 1/2 months, but really, is it the same? NO!
If you know me, you know that I'm kind of obsessed with my nails (Boogies are good for them, and that's why my finger inside B's {I MISS HIM!} nose) and always have been. Well, I pulled out my very condensed bag of nail things (makes me sick I didn't bring more) and went to use my cuticle scissors. THEY WERE GONE! I seldom misplace my things because everything has it's place. The pink nail file sits next to the semi-creepy angle. The striped shoes stay on the front row to the left. My carmex stays on my nightstand, in my make-up bag, in the bookbag's center pocket next to the yellow highlighter, in the bottom zipper part of my purse. Get it? The scissors stay in their little ziptop bag with the other things. I kept thinking I would find it, because if I manage to boob, I usually do find it. This discovery was made LAST Wednesday. That's almost a week. I broke down and bought a new pair at Fybeca (like Wal-Greens) yesterday. I assumed would find them since I just bought a pair, so I let them sit on my night stand, in their package. Nope! I opened them in the bathroom today, and then used them. I sat them back on the nightstand. Craving chocolate, I went to my right hand drawer where I keep my candy. I pick up the chocolate bar, and what is under them? THE CUTICLE SCISSORS. I didn't put the chocolate bar there until last night, so I don't know how I missed it. O my!
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