The maid told me today that I could only make one egg. I was making three. Who only makes one egg...I mean, really. I pay too much money to live here to only be able to make only one egg. I'm an active girl, I need my protein! So I bought my own eggs. Ha, take that.

Things are still relatively uneventful. I am not sure if the strike is over or not, I haven't heard anything. It seems that we will finally be going back to school on Monday. Kind of happy, kind of not about it. I guess we have to go back to school at some point. And don't worry, this strike is not going to affect my schooling as far as how my credits transfer and what I will get credit for. I have been assured of this but my better sense doubts it because of my past track record with South America being sure of something.

Today I really did nothing. I slept in, ate breakfast at like 11, watched a movie and fell back to sleep. Then got up for lunch. After lunch I laid in bed and watched the Disney Channel with my host sister. I finally gathered up enough ambition to walk to the supermarket and buy some stuff (the eggs). The supermarket isn't the huge one so they didn't have peanut butter or the granola that I wanted. I know...what a worry, I am concerned about getting peanut butter and granola. Life's pretty good right now. And if I just bored you to death talking about needing to find granola and peanut butter, I won't be offended if you stop reading.

As type I am waiting to get picked up by one of my host mom's coworkers. I guess they were talking about how I live with her and he said he wanted to take me out. Is this a blind date?? I am not sure. We are meeting other people. I am bracing myself to bombarded by Spanish that's so fast it sounds like a bunch of gobbly-goop (is that a word?). Either way, I am shitting my pants. Pardon my French. Here goes nothin!