I miss bureaucracy?

Okay, so I just want to talk about how sassy I am. I am so sassy that my family is obsessed with me and they send fatty all sorts of treats. First of all, I was surviving off of three pairs of pants, which I know isn’t all that traumatic, but when you do laundry every two months it can get to be a bit of a challenge. I also go REPAIRED BOOTS. It’s funny how those boots make me feel less American, they just looove boots here. You are un-cool with out them, as in certainly not European at least. SO I had started to feel naked despite the numerous layers I wore like the rest of Spain. They like to wear winter coats as long as possible, and people from Barcelona would certainly not survive New England, or its winters. Pansies. But now I am free, because the Spaniards have decided to stop looking at me like I am crazy when I wear flip flops or a dress without tights. This week I went to the beach Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, then Friday, and now it’s Saturday again…but it’s a bit cloudy. If the weather isn’t nice enough for me to go to the beach and swim, then my other excuse is working out. I run to the beach then work out there (like sit-ups and push-ups) and power walk the length of the beach (Hotel Arts down to the end of Barceloneta and back), then I collapse. And of course I was wearing my bathing suit underneath, so clothes become towel and ocean becomes cool down shower. And if I am lucky my friend Christian who lives here will come too, and Ill ride his bike while he does the whole other end of the beach…it’s a lot, I’ll stick to the bike.
Despite all the class I feel like I have sometimes, I still have time to do beach, mostly because I live ten minutes from it. I finally got my class completely sorted out. It is ASTOUNDING how inept the people at the university can be sometimes, and I never thought I would miss the bureaucracy of BC and the US in general. Bureaucracy can be manipulated, despite how shitty it can be… when people plain don’t give a crap ( which can be said for bureaucracy too, I suppose) and take their sweet-ass time, nothing gets done.
Their superiors don’t care, so you can’t go above them, if you can even figure out who that ‘superior’ is. Just so you know, I took a HUGE role of toilet paper as revenge...mwa ah ah ahhh. Please note how it is as big as my head. Anywho, finally got it figured out, despite missing the first two weeks of one class because 1) They don’t post room assignments online they are on huge boards in one of the lobby, horribly organized and in Catalan, 2) No one responds to e-mail so figuring out who when and where becomes very difficult 3) They put me in the Catalan art history class not the Castellano/Spanish one and 4) they put me in a class with a time conflict, because apparently they really don’t take attendance or have functioning scheduling programs. So, I am at least interested in the topic (or what I understand of what the professor says), now that I can get to the class. It’s funny how such small accomplished make being abroad feel easier, probably because those small things can just be so difficult to get done sometimes. So I may or may not fail this art history course, but at least I finally know how to hassle Spaniards to get results, work the copying machine (since I had to copy a random person’s notes from class), and I have the balls to say “Lo siento, pero no se” (Sorry, but I don’t know) when this intense but nice professor calls on you at random.
Now, I can just come home and do some sassy origami that was sent to me, yummmmmmyyy, and decorate my room with it. Then I can go to the beach until forever, come home and make a delicious dinner—unless I am eating with Christian in which case I am not permitted to handle the pasta as I’ll wreck it ( he lived in Italy for two years so he is an expert), and reeeaadd. That has become my normal day-to-day, plus or minus amounts of beach, homework, and reading. ☺ Smelllll thosee floweerrrsss!

Besitos para todos y os hecho de menos muchisimo!