October 15th

Can we please discuss how ridiculous my life is right now.
I can't figure out of I'm going to be bored when I'm not starring in my own movie or if I'll welcome it with arms wide open.
Today, I was walking with my pack of friends and we were being followed by LITERALLY every attractive boy in bach 1º and 2º (juniors and seniors). There was a fire hose box thing sticking out of the wall and I successfully slammed right into it very noisily.
The entire bunch of boys trailing behind us positively ERUPTED in laughter and all my girlfriends kept saying "estás bien? estás bien?" which was nice but let's be real here, that just elevates the overall situation to unbearable levels.
Uggggghhhhh.
That weird chica Americana.

Furthermore, the entire class is slowly but surely, one-by-one, discovering that Hugo is absolutely in love with me. Andrea (girl that I am not entirely sure how I feel about now) whispered loudly to a dead silent room "Morrgon, que tal con Hugo?" and then burst into a fiery flame of laughter. I got a bunch of warily-raised eyebrows from Hugo's friends and Hugo himself got all pouty.
What an awkward situation that is my life.

And the English teacher that hates Olivia and me announced that she wants to see us after class and everyone here is actually seven years old so they did the typical "ooooh".
Die. All of you.
I never did find out what good-ole' Olga wanted.

Due to all of these charming events, the day has been endless.
However, Latín gets better yet.
Forreal, no sarcasm.
I did indeed choose to take this class and I only had a hateful passion for it because I don't understand Spanish and everyone else has a full Latin year under their belts (that phrase was solely used to get a chuckle out of you, Beezy). My funny little Latín teacher brought a book for me that explains Latin in English!!!!!
I love it.
I already did two chapters about two girls named Cornelia and Flavia.

Last night.
I made some new friends.
I went with my host sister to El Patio to meet up with Flor, Pedro, and new amigos Martín and Roberto, and eventually Iván.
But, I always forget that I'm the foreign girl until situations like these happen.
I didn't have a proper introduction and I couldn't really just jump into the conversation because I didn't know what the heck was going on. Poor Emily had to endure my overzealous over-emphasized text messages constructing plans to jump in and stop being an outcast.
Well, I found a window of opportunity to joke with Pedro and he didn't understand it but his friends did and they laughed and decided that I was okay after all.
We went to the parque and Pedro and Martín were amusing themselves by talking to me in Spanglish, an awkward combo of Spanish and English.

There is a certain pattern regarding the ettiquette of fitting in with these people that I am starting to understand.
Step one: feel horrendous and wish desperately to spontanously combust
Step two: accept loneliness
Step three: try to understand the conversation
Step four: understand the conversation 5 minutes after it's over
Step five: say something awkward and strange and distracting when everybody pauses to take a breath
Step six: understand everything that everyone is saying to you so you don't scare them off again. Everything.
Step seven: bask in popularity.