So it's been ages. I apologize. I've been lazying about, wallowing in my own self pity at times but for the most part, just enjoying myself as I pretend to be British. This pseudo-British thing is working out alright for me. I even get an accent when I drink a little. Or when I'm feeling a little less than American. Sometimes I get super American and proclaim things to be done the 'Merican way and what not (Yes, the 'a' has been silenced). But then oddly enough I get a Russian accent. Who knows.
I am going to prove myself to be a real MexiCAN this weekend. We're having a flat dinner on Valentine's Day with all the single girls (and I think one boy because he whined about not being invited) and they all voted to have Mexican food. Then they promptly looked to me for suggestions, as I am the only real Mexican in the flat. So I'm making tacos and refried beans from scratch because having them in cans is asking too much in Britain. As it is, if you want to cook anything remotely Mexican, it is sold in a kit. Want enchiladas? Here, buy this kit. Want quesidillas? Here's a kit. I hope they sell cumin at the grocery store. I almost bought pinto beans to make refried beans myself last week but then decided I was too lazy to make them. If that's not being a real MexiCAN, I don't know what is.
I am excited for this weekend though. I really do enjoy the kids in my flat and this past week things have been getting more comfortable with the ol' living situation. Not that it was really ever "uncomfortable." Either way, it's nice to have a big flat party of sorts. There's even talk of an ice cream sundae bar. Watch out!
I found bagels at the grocery store like two weeks ago and I've gone bagel crazy. There have only been two kinds: sesame and cinnamon raisin so I've been eating sesame bagels. They're actually quite delicious. I was talking to Alyssa and Kate (Aussie flat mates) and they both thought bagels were gross because they were so sweet. I was utterly confused. Sweet bagels? I guess they do make them that way but I'm more of a plain/sun dried tomato kind of girl myself. I definitely wouldn't call those sweet. I felt like bagels have gotten the shaft as far as Australia is concerned. Then I realized the reason I like bagels so much is because I really like cream cheese and a bagel is the best/suitable way to get cream cheese into my mouth. So really, bagels are just a means to an end. But I guess that suits them just fine.
I tell you what though. I certainly do miss my 305 girls. I definitely don't mean to wish my time away here but there has been massive planning already in motion for when I get home. Birthday celebrations, 48 hours of Mayhem, trips to KC, and just general calamity because finally, after a year apart, Genochio and McDermott-Kelty shall be reunited. Yes a YEAR! Insane, no? I can't believe it either. Many a late night catching up shall be spent as I regale Becca and Jacquie with stories/pictures of my adventures and vice versa. It'll be very exciting times.
I've been thinking about returning home, probably too much. I realized that I'll be home for maybe a month working and whatnot and then I'll have to leave again, for my home in Columbia. I feel bad for my mom. I mean, six months is ages to not be home once and then I'll be there (but probably not always-those crazy Blue Springs kids will tear me away most likely) for a short while before I leave all over again. It just makes me think of the future. What will I do in a year after graduation? How will I cope then? Things have been going along swimmingly, mind you, but some days there are times when I can be found in bed, not always crying but occasionally so.
I think I've decided to try to get into the San Francisco Baking Institute or some place like that after graduation. I will learn the tricks of the baking trade, possibly study in France for a bit (they have an exchange program) and once that's over with, maybe work in a bakery. The more I think about it, the more I think that's what I should do. I guess we'll see how I feel in the next year. I mean, I really do have a full year before I graduate anyway. It's crazy to think that I'm only a year out from getting my degree. It used to seem like it would take forever to finish school. Now I'm nearly done. It's like it's finally time to actually grow up. Scary.
Speaking of crazy things, I just realized that most of my flat mates (other than the internationals) were born in 1990. That just blows my mind. I know they're only like 18/19 which is just a few years younger than me but when I think 1990 I just imagine wee babies, not 18 year olds. It makes me feel old which is totally odd. I told my flat mate Tom that I was old one day and he laughed at me. I said it because my knee was hurting. I'm only 21, nothing should be hurting yet! I have just begun to damage my liver, the rest of my body is supposed to hold for a while! Sheesh.
Anyway, big weekend this weekend, what with the dinner and I'm planning on spending two days and one night in Manchester. I'll post pictures (maybe another video?) soon.
