Probably the reason Dad thinks I´m such a great writer is because I sound like him, Mary. Also, did you see that Diana, our BF, is Miss Iowa?

Going out last night was a bust because I was in a bad mood. I´d been trying to call the bfand kept getting told to call back at a specific time, at which point I would be told to try again. Long story short, he can call here if he wants to talk.

Anyway, like I said, Calle Betis, where we all go out, was a bust (do you like that I keep using the word `bust´) has this bar that a bunch of people go to play in a beer pong tournament. I don´t play, I´m not good. There´s free sangria, though. Except when we got there they were out of Sangria. And I was still in a bad mood because it´s like 35 minutes away from home and everyone was going to a dance club and that´s not really my thing so we walked right back home.

Ahh.

Today my class met at the local archeological museum and it was about the longest class of my life. Except that tomorrow will be when we meet at 8 am and head on back to Córdoba, the po-dunk (??!!!) town I got stuck in last Saturday. Maybe I can skip out on the mesquita and go back to the cafes for coffee.

Mercedes will have to make me a bochadillo. A bochadillo is a sandwich. I like chorizo, which is basically salami, or pavo, which is turkey. A veces (sometimes) we do queso, but I´m not entirely sure I like cheese on my sandwich like that. Anyway, they just pile meat on a miny loaf of bread, like a 6 inch from Subway. Or Quiznos. We all know Quiznos makes a good sandwich. Everyone eats them all time. For instance, during half time at the soccer game, everyone in the entire stadium got out their bochadillos during half time. Think everyone in Kinnick sitting down simultaneously and getting out their sack lunches. It´s hilarious.

Today we went to see Ocean´s 13. In English with Spanish subtitles. Better than Ocean´s 12 at least, but is still pretty predictable//unbelievable. I was late so I missed the preview for Harry Potter. I´d also like to see Pirates 3, but it´s slim pickings when it comes to seeing flicks in English.

Trust me Katie, I am eagerly awaiting my spa week. I will need a manicure, pedicure and facial, at least. I don´t know if it´s the heat or the Proactive I bought in a vending machine at the mall, but my face has never been oilier. I don´t even wear make up anymore it´s just so gross.

Also, my shampoo is basically out because I´ve had two spills. The bottle is such that it sits on the lid--opening. A few mornings ago, the cap had busted open and shampoo had spilled all over the cabinet it sits on top of. I thought it was the conditioner, so I started setting it upside down, but then the shampoo leaked again yesterday. Both have built up air pressure that I can´t squeeze out without an overflow of product. Grr.

Mostly I shower at night and do the wet hair thing where I pretend it dries wavy and then I make real waves with my curling iron. The real reason I shower at night, though, is that my feet get really dirty and I think it´s gross to go to bed with dirty feet.

Mercedes is finally doing laundry today. It´s almost been two weeks!

That´s all I´ve got this afternoon.

Love you, miss you, and thanks for the comments!

TTYL :)