Breakfast, errands, lunch

This is going to creep you out, but I'm 80 percent sure I wrote the last post while sleeping. I don't remember writing those things. I'm definitely not joshing wishuuu. [Wish I was.]

So, Friday. Get this--I actually showered and wore normal clothes! I think this is a skirt that either my mom or I found at a local thrift shop. I miss thrift stores. Anyways, it was an odd feeling to be dressed normally. I know that there are some people reading this who see me on a daily basis, so this is slightlyreally embarrassing to admit, but I wore what I slept in to class more than once this week. The other times I looked just as haggardly, but I'm going to attempt to use midterms as an excuse [laaaame]. Since today was class-less, I slept in till nine, organized my room, got ready, and went to the bank to exchange some more money into Euro (gotta love how they munch my dollars away!). For anyone in Valencia, the hard candies they give out at Bancaja are really very tasty. Tangy and sweet, especially the green ones. I lunched, worked on my take-home midterm, went out for cafe con leche with some friends including a very energetic pair of twins, and came back home to attend a birthday party for my host sister.

While at the party, I met this guy who wanted to tell me his story. He told me that he used to be a vagabond, a dweller of the streets [I gave him the wow-you're-a-survivor look]. Then he said my host family helped him get back on his feet. He said that he's now a member of the Freemasonry and that there are some secrets he must keep until his death cause they're that crazily guarded. How interesting, I thought.

Then he told me that this was all a lie. My face dimmed, and he asked if I was upset about the lie. But I was just disappointed that he was normal because I love non-normal people.