Travel induced illness: multiple personality disorder....

So you're whadering what on earth I am talking about with a title like that... haha... I'm forreal though.

I started the evening trying not to let anyone see me on the brink of tears on the subte platform, and an hour ago I was jumping crazily trying not to get smashed by the crazy boys in a mosh pit, and here I am.... back at my desk, so thankful I brought a few candies from the US... but wishing I'd brought a couple of jars of Peanut Butter. Okay so maybe thats not M.P.D. but it sure is a roller coaster ride of emotion. Ughhh.... it's exhausting.

On the topic of Peanut butter: I took some to Costa Rica with me, but somehow it didn't occur to me that Peanut Butter didn't exist at all in ALL of Latin America... I mean, what do their children eat for lunch? I'm just kidding I'm not that ignorant.

On the topic of wanting to cry at the subte: I've been feeling socially isolated lately, and my personality as a spanish speaker is the opposite of who I am as an english speaker. It is a little hard to explain, but one's ability to articulate ideas, no matter how simple or complex deeply affects ones confidence levels. For me, I'm on the brink of not sounding like an idiot... and I'm okay with sounding like an idiot... I consider it normal for me... However; when meeting new people it doesn't really serve me well to automatically feel stupid as soon as I say something and a confused expression washes over the face of the person to whom I was speaking. I have to remind my self there are people who just don't understand accents well, and maybe I was muttering ... If i'm going to be wrong i might as well say it loud an proud so someone can correct me... haha, if only. So yeah socially isolated.... I was soooo close to not going out and meeting the other kids from my class and the of all the people I thought of? I thought of John Hillan and he said in my imagination "Molly don't be a poop." Seriously! that's what he'd say. And for any of you who are reading and know him... you're laughing right now because I'm right. It's what he'd say. So, it's sort of become my mantra.

So now you're thinking okay did she say ... Mosh pit? What? :
Yeah... I did. We went to this place called Ciudad Cultural Konex... everymonday they have a group called LA BOMBA DE TIEMPO. My friend from CUI told us to come and I decided "not to be a poop" and I went... I really really needed it. We just jumped ( I would not call anything anyone was doing dancing... no matter how much movement was involved) and jumped, and moved, i think grooved might be acceptable... and jumped so more to the music. It was an entire band made up of maybe 16 / 17 percussionists, and a guitarist. It was pretty great, but really loud. I think I have sensitive ears.... I think thats why I am a loud person ( in english of course), 'cause I don't hear very well all the time. So anyways.. it was really great, blood flowing- endorphins up= happier in general. Right?! right. It was even better too though b/c it started at 8 and ended by 10:15 ! yay!!! an early night is completely unheard of in this city... Susana certainly was confused.

On the topic of Susana ( my madre de casa):
she is somewhat reclusive
very nice, quite spacey - I think she ran over 4 people with her cart at the grocery store yesterday... and if they'd been car accidents the insurance company would have said she was at fault for every one of them... and I'd have to agree.
she is a psychologist, so she thinks she knows a lot about people, which she must it is her job, but it sort of frustrates me when she trys to tell me what I am trying to say, and she has absolutely no clue and if she wouldn't interrupt me then maybe I could actually piece together some kind of statement.... but thats life... I guess its what all moms do in a way. right?
Also, she is pretty funny about when she does go out.... during the weekend she doesn't leave to go out till 1 am.... and doesn't come home till 5....
Shouldn't I be the one doing that?
Well, the night life in in BsAs has no age limit so even the 5o something- year-olds can go out and have a good time. Except they can actually afford it. And they can sleep in b/c they work from the home.... sheesh.
so yes..... I have a very different living experience. I like it a lot... I just wish I could eat dinner sooner than 11 every day.

Hmm.... well yes. I'm not sure what else I have to say so I'll leave it at that. If I have time tomorrow I will upload some fotos from tonight. The video upload never works for me on this darn page...

so yes.