I'd like to thank Jimmy Buffett, sort of, for the title of this post, as well as say that I'm actually doing quite fine here. :)
I'm at this exact moment a little worried because tomorrow we're to pray the rosary for an hour and I have neither rosary nor willingness to pray by one. Maru's out of town, and I don't want to ask my grandma. I wouldn't be concerned at all about respectfully sitting it out but I'm afraid that the principal (for an example of her nature, I used her to illustrate the meaning of the phrase "she has a stick up her ass.") will reprimand me, which will lead to the inevitable and honest "I'm not Catholic and I respect the religion too much to pretend to be," which hopefully leads to nothing bad.
Today in PE we got an awesome and gnarly-intense two hour workout. If I did that every day I would be ripped.
On Saturday night I went to the birthday party of my friend Borbua. Everyone was there, the cake was great (of course), and I had a blast, even plus headache and sleepiness (I apparently wasn't the only one... the blasting tipico probably had a lot to do with it). Unfortunately, at 11pm, when the dancing was just starting up, I had to leave, but that's not too horrible because it was mostly bachata anyways and I can't dance that.
Sunday I went to Mireybis' house with Aleida and Rafael and we worked on a display for Science Week, which turned out ridiculously elaborate and required sanding a ton of styrofoam.
Friday we only have two hours of real school because there's another schoolwide beauty pageant, fruit-themed, and we all get to run around the gym and eat free food made from each candidate's respective fruit. Hey, I can ignore the antifeminist implications long enough to stuff myself (I kid, I kid, it does kind of disgust me...).
...and uh, my armpits really do hurt.
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